Maybe love put sunshine in your heart,Using light to leaven your long day.Maybe it was hard, but from the start,‘Twixt blight and bloom the sunshine had its way.Sing, then, of mother’s love, and your delightDescended down to me, that I might beAlive with sunshine, bountiful and bright,Yet yearning still for what you gave to me.
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