My mind has long
Forgotten how to worry
About things, past or future.
Every single remnant
Of fear has evaporated
Ever since I’ve known
Love as myself;
Ever since I've touched
the spring from where
innocence flows -
And anyone who tempts
To break into my heart
Will find nothing
But a garden
Full of sunflower
Forgotten how to worry
About things, past or future.
Every single remnant
Of fear has evaporated
Ever since I’ve known
Love as myself;
Ever since I've touched
the spring from where
innocence flows -
And anyone who tempts
To break into my heart
Will find nothing
But a garden
Full of sunflower
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