If I were you, my love …
I wouldn’t see the darkness in approaching clouds
But the sky’s passion and all emotion that it shrouds
If I were you, my love …
I wouldn’t feel the rain’s sadness and its gloom
But the winter’s lavish tears for the earth again to bloom
If I were you, my love …
I wouldn’t hear the rolling thunder’s anger and its wrath
But the sound of ardent drums on sweet music’s path
If I were you, my love …
I wouldn’t care all too much about the gossip and the ugly talk
Instead, I’d listen to the wind’s whisper and the call of the hawk
If I were you, my love …
I’d give a hoot about what every swellhead has to say
Because it’s my life and only mine to paint in colour or in grey
All this if I were you, my love …
but, you see …
I’m not!
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