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Life
I was the sunshine that cradled your day that tried to push the clouds away I was the sand that ran between your toes when you were four years old that soon became the rain you danced in from seven to eleven And I watched you grow in the glow of a moon that beamed when you turned thirteen How unfair you thought I'd become when you turned twenty-one because you lost a few dreams But I stayed awake when you were out late I was the stars 'till you turned twenty-eight And when you found your love "the one" I was glimmer in the eye, the blue sky, the sun Then you turned thirty-one I became cloud, thunder and shower there weren't enough minutes to put in your hour You forgot how to dance in the rain 'till you turned forty all you did was complain Then you took off your shoes and went back to the sand I was now the warmth of your child's hand At forty-three you spent more time with me You began to understand And when you stood fifty years old you stayed warm to me even though at times I was cold How close we grew when you turned sixty-two The breeze was I that hung your grandchild's kite in the sky And I'm sorry I made you sad when I took "the one" away But I was proud when you pushed aside that cloud and cradled 'me' in the sun for the remainder of our day
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