Rising sun
Oh, lovely rising sun, where do you go at night, when you sink below the surface of the Earth?
Oh, bright, yellow and shiny sun, you are like a huge beacon of hope in my life every day I wake up.
Oh, huge ball of fire, how hot you are every day that I see you.
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