You are the rose to which the bee flies.
You are the tree that shades the weary.
You are the sun, so bright you shine, making everything fine.
You make sense of all in my eyes.
You bring reality to that deemed divine.
You are the tree that shades the weary.
You are the sun, so bright you shine, making everything fine.
You make sense of all in my eyes.
You bring reality to that deemed divine.
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