O sun, why are you
Giving a war cry
In this summer.
I know my dear,
As you are too powerful
I am not willing
To fight with you
And to go to you,
Ot to play with you
See and excuse me, I am busy
In my indoor games,
I know, my life is
Brand new every moment
In your presence.
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