She wears the sun
Yet her skin is without a burn
Her radiant attire torches like fire
The heat from her air blows a burning desire
She shines like the sun
Rays of hope pierces through your soul
Murders your pains like a firing gun
Makes the dark speed up with a run
She is the sun
The one that dawns the fears of dusk
That lights the world with smiles for no buck
If you lose your way and need a guide
Here she is, behold the sun.
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