And I hear you say to me today:
"Good morning sunshine, yes you, when you're pouty with the flu. You are still my beautiful sunshine. And I know you'd have never made it out of bed if the sun wasn't shinning...so it's shinning bright with no clouds in the sky. I know your life feels rotten and wrecked. But I'll catch you in the catastrophic, in this catastrophic. And you will, my little sunshine, see the goodness of the Lord in this land of the living. Say it with me today, over and over: 'I believe I will see the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living, in this land of the living'."
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