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*oh sunshine   how do i tell you?   i am flying so high   above these clouds   weightlessly mine             oh sunshine                  how do i show you                  the butterflies that live in me                  my veins full of ecstasy                  the warmth of that summer breeze oh sunshine   the monsoon comes closer   and that rain is here to purify   everything will find its place   there is so much to see   so little to say              oh sunshine                   how do i show you                   there is so much more warmth than cold                   these golden rays never get old                   the grass blades sway with hope                   there is so much more to live for oh sunshine   the morning is yet to come   the dawn is where you're from   hold my hand and let me show you   together we'll run   straight into the sun*
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Jan 3, 2018
Jan 3, 2018 at 9:37 PM UTC
oh sunshine
*oh sunshine   how do i tell you?   i am flying so high   above these clouds   weightlessly mine             oh sunshine                  how do i show you                  the butterflies that live in me                  my veins full of ecstasy                  the warmth of that summer breeze oh sunshine   the monsoon comes closer   and that rain is here to purify   everything will find its place   there is so much to see   so little to say              oh sunshine                   how do i show you                   there is so much more warmth than cold                   these golden rays never get old                   the grass blades sway with hope                   there is so much more to live for oh sunshine   the morning is yet to come   the dawn is where you're from   hold my hand and let me show you   together we'll run   straight into the sun*
good music, good vibes
#sunshine#love#happiness#warmth#glow
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Jan 3, 2018
Jan 3, 2018 at 9:37 PM UTC
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