Giver of life creator
of the breeze
lent merrily amongst
the trees
Radiant upon your flesh
hidden so from none
The hand that moves
the clouds our way
the light that allows
the morning it's say
The dew upon our lip
is said a mixture water
and salt
All from the sunshine
G2 nature is made
May the light of said
sun never fade
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