I have never seen a smile like yours.
And if you grow up to be king, or clown, or pauper,
I will say you are my favorite one in town.
I have never held a hand so soft and sacred,
When I see you laugh, I know heaven's key.
And when I grow to be a poppy in the graveyard,
I will send you all my love upon the breeze.
And if the breeze won't blow your way, I will be the sun.
And if the sun won't shine your way, I will be the rain.
And if the rain won't wash away all your aches and pains,
I will find some other way to tell you you're okay.
You're okay.
You're okay.
You're okay.

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by february
by xxxfuego.da
by starfruit
by snake




































