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The Sun

A burning globe that keeps us warm

That takes the chill off winter storms

Every day it stands its guard

Dependable and working hard

I wonder if it ever tires

Of flaring with those endless fires

I wonder if at night it rests

Does it have a starry nest?

Yet will persistence take a toll

Cause it to turn black as coal

I wish I could ease daylight’s load

That might ensure it won’t explode

And leave us cold and in the dark

Wistful for its golden spark

I hope the Sun in all endeavour

In perpetuum will beam forever…

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