The Sun God down doth lie
Surrend'ring to his soulmate
The Goddess Moon is nigh.
Growing to her fullness
She brings thee all ye want:
I want my own sunglasses
And not this plastic junk.
Erma
Improvise! Adapt! Overcome!
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