Why does sunshine cry, when it's rain that gets to meet its beloved,
Why do my eyes go dry, when I still have tears that want to be loved ;
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Beloved
Why does sunshine cry, when it's rain that gets to meet its beloved,
Why do my eyes go dry, when I still have tears that want to be loved ;
