Sun

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The sun is out,

So nice and bright,

The sky is blue,

Outside there's light.

The wind is blowing,

My hair in my face,

I'm walking down the street,

There isn't a better place,

To be right now,

Without a cloud in the sky,

It's beautiful fall day,

With the sun up high.

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