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Sol’s Return

I thought I saw the sun come out;
Peeking through a cloud.
I thought I saw the sun come out;
As through a cloud it plowed.

A figment of a wishful thought
Is what I thought I saw;
A figment of a wishful thought,
Defying nature’s law.

Of course I thought that it was gone;
Never to return.
Of course I thought that it was gone;
No more, I’d see it burn.

I rubbed my eyes, I shook my head,
The sun shone on my face;
I rubbed my eyes, I shook my head,
The sun remained in place.

Too soon I guess I’d given up,
Foresaw the sad goodbyes;
Too soon I guess I’d given up;
Foresaw the sun’s demise.  
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