-smile-
When the future has come
To sweep me off of my feet,
I barely hold onto reality
Without your smile.
Though you may not notice
How much your smile means to me,
I'll still do whatever I can
To see it again.
Even when the past comes
To break us down once more,
We will always have each other's hand,
And have each other's memory.
So please, even when the monotone of the world
Comes to take us away from our own dream,
Black and white and grey will turn to colour...
When you smile.
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