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Sparkling Day
Flowers bloom through fields of gray.
Looking towards the sky for a better day.
Alone in the fields, waiting, watching.
Birds fly in between clouds, not so far away.
Laying on the grass looking up at the sky
A sparkling angel is by my side
He thinks of himself as the devil
But I know better than that
I can see how much he restrains himself
That lets me know that he cares
He is desperately trying to control himself around me
Making sure that nothing, especially him, hurts me.
