| You say I'm crazy as you see me |
| dancing alone in the lawn with my clothes off, |
| but in my mind I'm merely walking on the clouds |
| with you, as angels. |
| And though my hair is sheerly unkept, |
| in my mind it's only because your fingers are still in it. |
| And though these strange motions are reminiscient of a rain dance, |
| they are merely the product of tears of joy. |
| And though you accuse me of letting go of what's real, |
| I'm just embracing my feelings more deeply. |
| And nothing's more real than my feelings. |
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