I live on an island

(So small, it’s like one backyard)

With a volcano I cannot discard.

My friend, when you erupt

My land gets bigger and bigger

Like a bullet

Launched by a trigger.

When I wake up, my friend

Your shadow fills my room

So close are you, that your erupting

Can spell my doom.

Every time your rumble

People start to grumble

Why do you do these things ?

It makes me so sad

When you are bad.

People run away, they take flight

Away from you, screaming into the night

But even when they do

I will not follow

Because I want to be close to you !

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