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She wove golden rays of sunshine,
Into a long and flowing dress,
That left the sent on everything she touched,
Of nature's sweet caress.
Everywhere the girl did go,
The flowers would all bloom,
And she could chase the lonely feeling,
Out of every darkened room.
She could drive out al your sadness,
And cause a frozen heart te thaw,
She'd paint the sky pink every morning,
But nobody ever saw.
No one thought to thank her,
For the warmth upon their skin,
Or for chasing all their demons,
From where the night-time's breath had been.
So she thought she wasn't needed,
She could leave and they'd not care,
But they'd just taken her for granted,
Since her light was always there.
Because you never thank the ground,
Until you know how it feels to fall,
Or just how much you need the sun,
Until it doesn't rise at all.
If I cannot bend Heaven, I will raise Hell
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