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weather poem part 9: song for gloria (Lyric) by nypoet22
I was walking in a dream
When your father came to me
He said, Is my daughter happy?
It's your responsibility.
He said,
Why you got to be so cold
Why you got to be so cold, boy
You ain't got to be so cold
Then I woke up in a sweat
Three A.M. and soaking wet
Called you up and said I'm sorry,
So sorry, unsure
What I was even sorry for.
But why you got to be so cold
Why you got to be so cold, girl
You ain't got to be so cold
It turned out your dad had died
Of that had no other clue.
Call me crazy but i think he tried
to send me a message for you.
He said,
Why you got to be so cold
Why you got to be so cold, now
Baby you ain't got to be so cold
Now a few more years have gone
Good to see you carried on
But throw a tone to this old man
Let me see you smile again
Why you got to be so cold
Why you got to be so cold, girl
You ain't got to be so cold
You ain't got to be so cold, no more
You ain't got to be so cold
So cold, so cold, so cold...
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