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The Sun Liked Me

Oh sun of my morning fight,
sun that murders the night,
when you rise, your bright
is the most beautiful light.

Everyone can see your shine,
though darkness can confine.
But now everything is fine:
the sun is a friend of mine.


(Júlio B.)
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