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The Sun | ||
| The sun is creeping down the hill, Illuminating things at will. It never fails each day to rise, Though sometimes blocked by cloudy skies. It always rises in the east, Prepared to eat its morning feast. It warms the treetops one by one Until they all are having fun. We praise the sun for constancy, So; glad that it will ever be A model there for you and me To overcome adversity. | ||
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