Sometimes I see the sky above
And wonder why it isn't blue.
It seems to me that's a waste of
A perfect chance to have a view.
So similarly when I see
Your face in something not a smile
I rue missed opportunity
And wonder why you would exile
That joy from off you face. I try
When such disaster comes, to bring
The smile back into your eye
And make you laugh at everything.
So like the sun blows clouds away
Your laughter brings a bright new day.
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