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- the sunshine
- peeks over my windowsill,
- illuminates my sun
- who shines beside me still,
- and still as the grave
- or something
- somewhat less grave.
- so murmur good morning
- to my morning glory
- as she sunshine rises,
- and twists me in her vines,
- kisses me with sweet petals,
- as her tousled hair settles
- and she shines,
- and it blinds
- the dark of mourning,
- oh, glory.
- let me read you again, love:
- you have become
- my favorite story.
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