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The Sunflower soaking up every ounce of light whose source radiates affections unwavering
I wish my dreams were premonitions
fighting for a safe, just world like you were meant to
In the morning
Bright and early
At the courtroom
Tell me how you can live with his blood on your hands? You got off free 'cause it was wrapped in blue!
My words probably mean nothing at all but they're the truth
Our moment in the sun has never truly begun
In my dreams
I can see you there
Sunlight streams
dancing through your hair
That's where justice will finally speak
Seconds that feel like minutes days lifetimes
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