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My Sunshine, I fear our clock sang for the final time. And that makes tonight our end. Therefore I want to dance one last time, Meeting our finale with love in our hearts. I used my last hairpin to fix the record player, And I rolled up your mother's rug. Our audience: the house we built, The applause whispers of endearment. And with Sunrise We take our final bow
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Mar 9
Mar 9, 2026 at 1:02 PM UTC
Hairpin
My Sunshine, I fear our clock sang for the final time. And that makes tonight our end. Therefore I want to dance one last time, Meeting our finale with love in our hearts. I used my last hairpin to fix the record player, And I rolled up your mother's rug. Our audience: the house we built, The applause whispers of endearment. And with Sunrise We take our final bow
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Mar 9
Mar 9, 2026 at 1:02 PM UTC
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