sunshine is the last to die
you may lose the music curling in your ear
think your case with birds is overruled
your eyes my soon surprise
so everything's a blob
you may lose the scent of Autumn
when apples start to bob
but in the sunshine warms you
touches every pore
it doesn't count your money
make you fill a credit app
sunshine just brings you simple joys
and spills them in your lap
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