o .. beauty sad sun, which feel and carry
inside it, along dark night..
o .. a last sun, which going on earth,
in a white morning...
your land still green, as you left it...
and a fence and a meadow,
still green too...
also a beauty hill, in its farms,
which touched by your red color...
but over all that, there is soft unclear,
cause of your far,
and you are so far,
o .. sun , you are our love,,
and your memories return back,
when it is night....
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