The Sun Wont Sleep
It is day and it is night, somewhere.
It does not matter where I am, it only matters where you are.
It is cold and it is hot, somewhere.
It doesn't matter what the weather is like, I just wonder how you are.
A second, a minute, an hour, a day,
can go by and I still think of you.
A week, a month, a year,
went by and I still think of you.
It is hot again and the sun wont go to sleep until later,
I wait for your return, so I shall sit and watch the waiter.
After so long, I give in.
But right before I really do, we watch the sun sleep together once again.
I hope others can see the sun fall asleep,
Happy of course, once again as I did.
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