Why I Love Trouble
Sometimes trouble has a mask...
Behind a cloud there could be a sun for you to bask...
When trouble found me I felt like I was climbing
out of a box that was round...
Then I closed my eyes and what was once trouble
was now a beautiful sound...
Look close and don't be to quick to judge a face...
Sometimes trouble has a better taste...
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