People think you areCold and gray,Like the bitter January air,But baby,Your smile isA LIGHTNING BOLT You may rain sometimes,Feel uncertain,Like April skies.But honey,I see spring in your eyes. Your fiery hairBurns like summer heat,And I swear,It is truly unfair,To compare youTo just one month out of the year.
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