- The rising of the sun
- is like a race that’s never done.
- Waiting for us to stop it
- and take it out of orbit.
- To let it always shine.
- Because the sun, you know,
- she’s mine.
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- Night falls
- Then come the stars
- Who play their farce.
- Like jestors making fun of themselves.
- Like actors in a play,
- asking God to show the way.
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- The moon
- That is the light
- that shines on through the night.
- She shines on us
- while we make love.
- She laughs at us
- high up above.
- Like a motherbird
- that aproves of her own child’s way.
- But high up above
- she’ll always stay.
