He sleeps,
he wakes,
of life he makes,
the best of days,
in many ways,
providingly giving,
sunrise till sunset,
then again,
and again,
till he's all in,
never letting out,
without a doubt,
day after day,
night after night,
through the hardness,
through the fun,
he is the one,
I call my Hun.
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