The
sun bright
The
sky white clouds
Put
on your sun glass
The
reflections of life
The
day begins
The
flow of sound
The
wind of breezes
The
shadows hide
The
day has just become
Whistling
to the sun
It's
good to be back
Long
time hiding away
The
sun glass reflections
There
in the circle of life
There
is no easy way
So
it has to hit the road
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