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The Sunflower


I sit outside and my face follows the sun,

I catch its bright rays in my hands,

I guzzle down all the water I can.

But in the end,

This is all that I am.

You spin and twist,

While I can't even get the gist.

You sing but my bells don't ring,

So I'll just sit here and do my own thing.

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