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My heart weeps at the thought of sunshine. While April creeps around, my soul begins to thaw, for rays of light cause the frozen to abate.   This winter I thought you were my only sunshine, But it turns out, You weren't.
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Mar 31, 2015
Mar 31, 2015 at 8:48 PM UTC
Sunshine.
My heart weeps at the thought of sunshine. While April creeps around, my soul begins to thaw, for rays of light cause the frozen to abate.   This winter I thought you were my only sunshine, But it turns out, You weren't.
phoebe-hynes
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Mar 31, 2015
Mar 31, 2015 at 8:48 PM UTC
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