Content of: The Sun
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05/05/20 at 10:50PM
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The Sun is rising
on this wonderful day.
Here I sit with
my hands of clay,
knuckles most sore.
This I am sure,
too bad there isn't
a simple cure.
The Sun is rising
on this wonderful day.
Here I sit with
my hands of clay,
knuckles most sore.
This I am sure,
too bad there isn't
a simple cure.