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Sunshine

I stand in the middle of a raging storm
Home is what I dream of when I'm forlorn
The memory of him pierces me like a thorn
My emotions are torn
I want to break free
Suddenly you sit down by me
Quietly comforting calmly waiting
I realize you are the key
You stood there soaking wet
Then our eyes met
You told me not to fear
Then the storm cleared
Everything was fine
Cause you are my sunshine





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