Let the joyful sunshine come
to the inside little some,
where emotions hide
with our thoughts abide,
- and we don't know where are from.
Summer like a sweetest rose
going through and then it goes,
colored treasures
eyesight pleasures,
- all there in from lightness grows.
Everything is moments new
from the gray and to the blue,
many sunshine days
nothing long though stays,
- for each time is going through.
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