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A Mirage as beautiful as You

This morning when I opened my eyes 
To see the painted grey skies 
Drop by drop they started to pour 
Aiming to reach the earth's deepest core 
The rain that fell hard on the ground 
Had me looking all around 
For what I knew little about 
In my heart, the slightest doubt 
Clouds hung low and trees grew down
The sand was red and the grass brown 
As impossible it may seem to few 
A mirage as beautiful as you 
Just as the sunlight kisses my face 
Walk with me at the slowest pace 
When dusk falls and it's no more sunny
Lose it all and passionately embrace me
Give way for the moon, full or new 
A mirage as beautiful as you. 
Sit with me and let me know 
Hold me tight and never let go
I'll wait for the day when all falls in place 
Lift your eyes and turn your gaze 
Love her or love me, give me a clue
A mirage as beautiful as you 
Across the road, I'll watch you from a far
You and her, it salts my scars 
Someday, when you're not so blind
See my love and keep aside your mind
Look beyond the obvious, in my heart
A mirage as beautiful as you. 
In a universe where we shall be
Together no matter what they see 
Arms entwined like branches of a tree
I don't love you enough to set you free 
Pocket full of sunshine against all blues 
You brighten my day with rainbow hues 
A mirage as beautiful as you. 

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