If I sit under the sun,
Will it know me?
If I recline,
And face it’s golden splendour,
Will it realise that it is I,
That basks in its glory?
If I sit under the sun,
Will it know me?
If I recline,
And face it’s golden splendour,
Will it realise that it is I,
That basks in its glory?
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