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The Sun | ||
| Without the wind, the sun can warm On quite a chilly day. The rays can tan your face and arm And banish cares away. The clouds have vanished from the sky. Perhaps they've found their bed. The air is tangy, crisp and dry. The gulls have all been fed. There is no cause for care today; The sun puts us at ease. We like it here; we just might stay And do what e'er we please. | ||
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