You were never so important, not even once a week
They seemed to count the hours, until they bought back the meek
That time every day inbetween, like a world in which you didn't exist
They never saw you dance and sing, they never saw you through their own life's mist.
If they could see the colour, the brightness you bring each day
They would never want to leave you not in any way.
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