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Oct 2016
Call me light and call me dark,
As soon as  your lips grace mine,
I am enveloped in hope,
I delve into sunshine.

There is a certain feeling
That you get from bird songs.
And there is a certain buzz
That you've given me all along.

Maybe it's your smile,
And maybe it's your arms around me,
But I want it to be you,
And I want it to with me.

And all the light
Of all the days,
Doesn't compare to how you make me feel
In every beautiful way.

You are the sunshine,
And I am the moonlight,
And I will love you for forever,
And everything will be alright.
I love you, Bluebird! Three weeks and four days!
storm siren
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