Little Miss Sunshine, why so scarce? When you’re near to me,

Life is fair. And life is fair, if not always so bright…

That’s what I believe. When I’m alone.

In my room. At night. And that’s pretty, to me. That’s what happiness, that’s what peace looks like.

Be my reflection, and the light of this place.

Keep my memory, if you can’t keep my pace…

Fool, let me dress you

In a wreath of ebony plumes, yep you know

That I know

What you need me to do;

Set the Sun on me.

Please, let me spend another night

Beside the illusion of you.

 

 

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