To grasp the plot of life you should unrole sunlight
To spread some light in night the moon stole sunlight
I'm freed but cannot walk in dark and all alone
I am waiting for someone who will parole sunlight
Deep blue eyes, deep blue lakes, am standing on the green
And the Writer of the World gonna unscroll sunlight
Falklands' glaciers will not melt but the Ganges will be flooded
The moon will be in my hand, on the third pole sunlight
Sun's death is just to come, so the earth's life is short
I'll see on the last day, will you console sunlight?
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