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A dream of togetherness Turned into a brighter mess A faint sign my spoken best Now, now
Make way for the simple hours No finding the time its ours fate or it's a desire I know
So I was the lucky one Reading letters, not writing them Taking pictures of anyone I know
So let the sunshine So let the sunshine So let the sunshine let it come To show us that
tomorrow is eventual We know it when the day is done
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