Where Is My Sunshine?
I feel the wind blow through my fingure tips,
so many things are slipping away,
there out of my reach
I reach for a branch on my favorite oak tree,
and I can't grab it,
I just want to see from a whole new view,
because everything is blurry and cold,
my figures are being numb to the bone
and my blood is starting to freeze as it is
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