Ah yes, the thought of the sun. Yes, she is bright and eternally gleaming for everyone. Yet, I feel as if it was for just oner person; one who knows her better than all. My bed is a haven for her beautiful and articulate ways. She shines ever so well; I can not believe. The rain, it comes. A reminder of dreams, keep dreaming. Maybe someday, time freezes Everyday, she shines down on me and knowing I will see her again as if for the first time.
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