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I'll Be Your Sunshine, Dearest (Madison Elizabeth Holland-Lafayette, LA)

Sunshine is what I bring
What I try to aspire to
I wish to be a joy-bringer
A problem-fixer
A shoulder to cry on
Someone's call at 4 AM
I want to feel needed by you
Or him or her or them
That I am that person
On which others rely
That what I have to offer
Is actually important
And very much appreciated It makes me happy
To bring cheer to others
And be the cause of their smiles
Even if they are unseen
So because of this I'll bring you flowers
Just to make sure that
You remember how much
God and I still love you
Even if life took a shit on you
And rained on your parade today
Because you are so special
And so beautiful
And you need to be reminded
How important and wonderful
You are, at least to me
And how much I love you
No matter what I'll be your sunshine,
Dearest
Because its the least
That you deserve

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