The Sun

by Sango   Jan 16, 2006


In The Wake Of the Morning
At The Horizon Without Warning
The Sun Slowly Begins To Rise
When You See That Magical Sight
All Of Your Deepest Sorrow Dies
Of Course It Is Bright
But It Is Ever So Beautiful

The sun is the must beautiful thing
Happiness it does so bring
Even when it sets
That's when romance
Is what you get

**Undone**

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