If I were the sponge,
I'd soak up your pain,
Squeeze it in the sun,
Let you smile again.
If I were the bird,
I'd sing you nice songs,
Which you never heard,
But you'd hum along.
If I were the breeze,
I'd gently sooth your soul,
Not a moment amiss,
Make you great and whole.
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