I have never loved someone
The way I love you
I have never seen a smile
Like yours

And if you grow up to be king, or clown, or barber
I will say you are my favorite one in town
I have never held a hand
So soft and sacred

When I hear you laugh I know
Heaven's key
And when I grow to be a poppy in the graveyard
I will send you all my love upon the breeze

And if the breeze won't blow your way
I will be the sun
And if the sun won't shine your way
I will be the rain

And if the rain won't wash away
All your aches and pains
I will find some other way
To tell you

"You're okay"
You're okay
You're okay
You're okay

You're okay
You're okay
You're okay

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