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Oct 2013
The sun it rises, I see it every day
It sheds warmth in the place I stay
It passes through the sky as moments go away
My love is idle docked at the bay
Deep in my mind and stored away
Will I find another like you I cannot say,
Yet the sun it rises I see it every day
Written by
William Charles Maxwell  America
(America)   
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