I sit alone in the window,
The wind is as cold as my heart,
But I don't close it.
The sun hides behind the clouds,
The birds song is quiet,
The flowers, dull.
Then you turn to me, and you smile,
I return the smile,
The sun comes out from the cloud,
The birds fly and sing,
The colours of the flowers brighten,
The world is bright.
For you.
The world is always bright for you.
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