Once out in the sunshine
We happen to see wonderful things
Things strange and old
Things new and rare
We feel the warmth
The scorch of the Sun
And the Heavens shower
On our light and fair skin
Dawn approaches and I will miss you
Your warmth, the heat and your embrace
Though the high skies had gone home
I shall wait to see your face again
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