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The sunshine makes the flowers grow,

They cannot thrive in shade;

If naught but darkness did they know

Their brightness soon would fade.

Our lives require the sunlight’s glow,

They cannot thrive in gloom;

If naught but darkness did thy know

Bright hopes would never bloom.

The sunny smiles that make life bright

And bless the passing hours,

Will do for souls that need the light

What sunshine does for flowers.