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Oct 2014
Sunshine, sun bright,
sun shine on me make
me his sun ray.
Sun burn, sun turn
sun guide me to the light.
Its simple. The greens are greens the
the blues are blues isn’t evident
that it’s you who I choose?
Outdoors with one, the one, without one
I am none.
Rasmia
Written by
Rasmia  knowher
(knowher)   
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   Harley Hucof and ---
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