A look with voice that's tinged,
Can take a day that was winged,
And trigger a negative stream.
You rip me from the dream.
I focus on her smile,
For a little while.
I focus on what's good,
Try to behave as kindly as one should.
I try not to let it taint,
And remember no matter how faint,
There's a line I must not erase,
If I'm to preserve the best in days.
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