The sun feels sad
Hides inside the black clouds
Saying I hate the world
Not the world but events
The sun feels proud
Comes in brightest ways
Saying I love the world
This world of wise ones
The great world of truths
Here only I can be visible
The sorrow, sad, hate and likes
The wonderful feelings of lives.
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