She Always Gets Nice Weather

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 She get’s nice weather  
when she walks through my mind
The clouds burn off 
with her skin’s golden shine
Even clear skies 
betray their own blue
And borrow warm yellows 
that remind me of you
My pulse fails to match
with her whimsical pace
And her visage obscures 
those footprints past traced
The streets are unnamed, 
for the road she has parted
Carrying my thoughts 
to places uncharted
It’s silly to think,
even crazier to say
You’re sometimes asleep 
when your walk makes my day 
Because each time I find myself
  thinking of you
I get to enjoy 
the nice weather too

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