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I watched you enter happily,
A cool breeze from the west,
You met my good friend easily,
The gentle sun spot she is.

The two of you started harmoniously,
No sign of a storm,
I saw the weather fronts move,
Collide and become one.

Things took a turn for the worst quickly,
The weather began to frown,
The sun started hastily,
To decide it should come down.

When you became a wrecking ball,
A typhoon of the worst,
I saw the things you did to her,
Disaster now a curse.

Every move she makes now,
In the eye of the storm,
She thinks she can appease you,
Yet you still cause her heart harm.

No damage to the outside,
This is the eye of the storm,
She thinks she has passed away from you,
That you'll leave her heart alone.

Now leave typhoon as quick as you came please,
Leave the air again calm,
Do not come back here,
Or a consequence you shall face.

The gentle sun shines now,
Behind a dull grey cloud,
She rarely peeks her head out,
But when she does, she's fine.
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