I am when you are here

I am not happy I am better

I eat three meals a day and drink lots of water

I sat among the lost and found

Now I am lost and found

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I cry when you are here

I smile when you are not

I run toward and away from the gun

I laugh and I play

I go far far away

The colours have gone, the sky is black

I see it, I remember this place

.

The shed door opens and closes

I am the glory and the gore

I am steel and foam pillows

I am when you are near

The movement is art

The sound artlessly untaught

I am this and I am that

I love it

I am all of it

.

The high will reach a low

The low will reach a high again

I smile when you are here

I cry when you are not

I get up at 7 as clockwork and chamomile tea

The teacher is a student

I cry I smile

I am when you are here

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