Blue sky,
Canary sun cheering my mind,
Holding me tight,
Defeated the night,
It rises,
High up in the sky,
As the time passes,
It goes even high,
But eventually everything has to end,
So the sun starts to bend,
Drowning in the sky,
Till the eve, it'll die,
But don't worry,
Even in the darkest of hours,
He left his friend to help us on,
The moon,
It'll light up the darkest hours,
Using the light of the sun,
The sun doesn't give the light to the moon assuming it owe him one,
It help him out of curiosity in turn the moon help us without assuming to owe us some,
Helping the sun,
Lighting up our darkest hours,
Shining down on us,
Showing us the right path,
It creates the tides in the ocean,
But never be able to enjoy them,
He's just like an uncle,
To give the pleasure he was scarce of in his childhood,
The sun's like a teacher,
Being a lil rude by putting on the heat,
But helping us out eventually...
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