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.
Sol’s Return
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