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Sunburst like sunflowers over steamy skies
Trails to the west and I wonder why
I wonder...
Oh, what makes the man transcend
over the Rio Grande to ask the woman
that he loves for her sturdy hand
And I'd like to know how far I stand here
from this road that leads me west
to find one love that answers yes
Shine away, array one story
under the sun
I offer up my own
A tale spins, weaving life's stories
I wonder how many more I'll see
'til I find the one that finds me
One story under the sun
one to call my own
Oh and I've heard them told, promises as
good as gold and lovers bearing ready
hearts beneath their very souls
And it feels so right before me -- without this love,
what kind of story could it be?
And I want to be...
Shine away, array one story
under the sun
I offer up my own
A tale spins, weaving life's stories
I wonder how many more I'll see
'til I find the one that finds me
One story under the sun
one to call my own
Here I am
One sunburst sunflower
basking in the rays
Oh to be arrayed like one of these
in all of Solomon's glory
And now I have come to see there's
one theme to this story:
To be who I am
Shine away, array one story
under the sun
I offer up my own
Shine away
One story under the sun
One story under the sun
One story under the sun
One to call my own
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