When the sun rises from behind the mountain,
It chases away the gloom,
The rays coloured a yellow-orange,
With tints of pink and blue.
The sun makes dew drops sparkle,
And gets me out of bed,
It then rises higher,
Come noon it's overhead.
But all too soon I see the sun,
Going, going downwards,
Down it goes, it seems to run,
At last it vanishes.......
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