My beloved friend, the old Sun,
please for once slacken your run,
again, you are going away,
take me along with you, I pray,
take me, though temporarily,
from my world hat has turned dreary,
everything has become this way
since my lover went far away,
allow me to taste the pleasures
of distant and exotic shores,
to my poor heart bring peace and calm,
let cool sea breeze lend me its balm.
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