It is not lightning up just for me
I’m choosing to believe it does
It is not warming up in spite of being at the terrace
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As if I were tangerine tangible
As if I were lemon pie sweet
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A matter of perception actually believing
Does it really make a difference
warming up for this atom-small-me
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As if I were tangerine tangible
As if I were cherry pie sweet
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It is lightning up for me today
No grey voluptuous clouds hiding its warmth
It’s warming you all just because I’m sunbathing outside
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As if I were transparent yellow breeze
As if I were freezing free to flee
Frightening freezing free
