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