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Sun MAG

By Anonymous

   Every day the sun must rise; and so must I.

The sun drifts into existence, and so do I.

Slowly I drift in and effortlessly

Hang,

Observing, Shining, Beaming

Sharing, Loving.



Every night the sun must set; and so do I.

The sun drips out of existence, and so do I.

Slowly in a fiery glow it slides, out of

sight.

Slowly sliding, slowly slipping,

far off into the night,

until tomorrow.





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