mockingbird.
The colors that filter through my eyelids -
and the noises I fake so I can sleep.
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The smile that I once saw, that keeps me going;
When you frown, I imagine angels weep.
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The stars are disappearing from the sky.
And as long as we're here, we ought to wave them goodbye.
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I hear your hugs are the best in town.
Well, I'd love to give one a try.
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