May the sun shine bright,
And flee the darkness with its lights.
Every night it sets,
but for us a new
morning along it gets.
Its yellow as a sunflower
I hate the time
when it goes lower.
It tells me-
There is good time
After every bad one,
and it will bring along
a lot of fun.
It's right
you find it might.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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