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Let’s pretend Sundays last forever and spend hours drowsing in the sun. Let stress slowly fade, like a passing parade and our cares will seem light as feathers. I hear clouds still collage on blue canvas, and deciduous leaves turned bright colors we’ll picnic, we’ll laugh, and lay in the grass and this Sunday will outshine all the others.

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