I am sitting here at my desk
And the sun has decided to shine
Slanting through the blinds
Stripes of light that are mine;
I see my shadow moving
Outlined as black and flat
My head dark against the brightness
Set amongst light-wanded slat;
The sun has chosen to warm the earth
It's brilliance gloriously decanted
It might disappear in a moment
I will never take it for granted
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