without sunshine summer isn’t summer at all
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the sun rose like a goddess from the sea
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the caress of warm sunshine is delicious
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‘you are my sunshine….’ he said
and then she burned him
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‘I promise you I’ll make the sunshine come every day…..’
after that it rained a lot
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just as a flower blooms in the sunshine
so blooms a woman in love
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it’s hard to see the sunshine the morning after she dumped you
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jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
in summer she always wears virginal white
it isn’t her colour