I'm holding sunshine in my hands
it's warm and inviting
it burns a little
yet, I hold it still
it smells like joy and happiness
so sweet, so precious, so familiar
I can see the sunbeams of hope
I squint my eyes at the brightness
Do you hear it?
it sounds like peace and laughter
it's loud but quiet, quiet but loud
But here comes darkness
it passes by
it stops to demand my attention
but I can't grasp it
my hands are filled
I've got sunshine in my hands
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