My Sun
Stop here sun,
Stop here son;
Will you, please
Don't say No.
Warmth of my life,
Warmth of my wife;
She is with me, now
Nomore, but everywhere.
Our wish was one,
Our wish still one;
The only sun,
Warm like our Son.
The fruits of dark night:
The happy sun,and my son.
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