she was made of all her sorrow
and yet she bloomed like a sunflower
she was made of all her sorrow
and yet she bloomed like a sunflower
I love the way the ocean shines at night,
and the way the moon reflects almost a million times,
over and over and over,
and how the sea pounds a beat,
much like the one in my chest,
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