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I've got a pocket, a pocket full of SUNSHINE.

I've got a pocket, a pocket full of SUNSHINE.
There's a place that I go,
But nobody knows.
Where the rivers flow,
And I call it home.

And there's no more lies.
In the darkness, there's light.
And nobody cries.
There's only butterflies.
# Posted on Sunday, 18 May 2008 at 4:58 PM

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