I used to think I owned the sun,
For every morning, at break of dawn,
It rose above its eastern shore
And shed its light upon my door.
Then every night at time of dusk
It set for me--I guest it must
Become dark enough for me to sleep.
I could think of no other reason but me.
Now I know better, now I am sure
That I don't own the sun (just the Earth).
For every morning, at break of dawn,
It rose above its eastern shore
And shed its light upon my door.
Then every night at time of dusk
It set for me--I guest it must
Become dark enough for me to sleep.
I could think of no other reason but me.
Now I know better, now I am sure
That I don't own the sun (just the Earth).
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