Come down to me
little one.
and see the lightness
of your dreams.
Your eyes match the colors
of the rainbow
on a sunny day,
and your tears make
the dew seem real.
Catch the wind of your soul
little one.
and fly through the clouds
of your mind.
And if we should see
them together,
then find a place to
be for New Year's Eve, 1984.
You are all you've got
little one.
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