The sun shined
Up in paradise,
And gave its rays
Through the dull skies.
Its light, on the sea’s surface,
It was reflected,
To cause it to move,
To wave, and not to be pretended.
It does no harm.
It makes me warm.
It takes me to eternity,
To the Elysian Field, to my dignity.
Stay!
Don’t make a sunset.
Play!
You are to win; you, I bet.
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