*I can see the sun in late December

I see forgotten treasures ‘neath the sea
Tides that defeat identity

Washing away the beauty that was in your mind

**I can hear the sounds you don’t remember

The sounds of birds in trees in harmony

Chords being blown by a gentle breeze

Making the perfect melody you left behind

I can see the sun in late December
 – Stevie Wonder

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