Shy sunflower
Was alone in the tower
Shy sunflower was waiting for tomorrow
Without wounds or sorrow.
Shy sunflower of mine
It was so delicate,
A warm wind in my fate.
Shy sunflower... It was divine.
Shy sunflower was waiting for the sunrise
And with you I was waiting for paradise.
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