Imagine why I close my eyes
Every time I realize
Abundance flows, in love and hate.
It’s more a choice than silent fate.
(For all my friends and enemies,
Good things always come in threes.)
Imagine that the sky is blue
Every time I speak with you,
And that I bring you joy and light
In ways that make your smile bright.
For what you feel, and what you think,
Things come in threes. (They might be pink.)
Imagine why I run to hide
When I’m faced with my shadow side,
Because I fear that your heart sees
My battles always come in threes.
For what you think, and what you feel,
I love you still. (And that is real.)

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