You ask me if my day is always cool
And all the nights are dark and so breezy...
I don't deny it is against your rule
As you can't see this "being mad" is easy.
When all you want is only lovely face
And all you feel is only hands and breathing...
I can't forget that lost or stolen trace
Of all your smiles which warmed me every season.
The answer
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