sun.

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Imagine if the sun comes down,
She lights her flame above the ground,
Would you be there, not running round?

Imagine if i tould you now,
Can be a bird
And fly around,
No more sun, no more ground
That torture us with coals that burn.

But Im not sun
And your not ground
We both are birds
On island sound.

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