If the earth's roses were painted into the soft caress of a cloud's silver lining,
If a smile of innocence gracing a newborn's face could be transcribed onto the frowns of humanity,
If the world could care for a lost soul by removing any shards of a broken heart,
If love could be bottled into its purest white gold form to share amongst those who are looking for themselves,
People would finally understand how important you are to me.
But where are you know, just where are you?
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