Today I did I silly thing,
and the answer I got was:
Here comes the sun.
It’s been a long cold
lonely winter. And how.
And how of all people
could I be certain
of anything? And yet.
A dream of us so close
I felt it on my skin.
And the road back today
with all its lucky white horses.
I know the song and how
it ends: Here comes the sun,
here comes the sun, and I say
it’s all right, again, and again.
OPTIONAL POETRY 
Yeah, Beatles.
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Let the sunshine, let the sunshine in
The sunshine in
Let the sunshine, let the sunshine in
The sunshine in
Let the sunshine, let the sunshine in
The sunshine in
Let the sunshine, let the sunshine in
The sunshine in
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this is even more of an ear worm, oh no…
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