Look into the sky,
It's just like you can fly.
The sunshine shoots its rays,
You know how it has its ways.

Nature is so bright,
Why doesn't it take a flight?
The sun comes up every day,
No, not just in May.

How can we say,
That sunshine destroys our way.
It helps us live so much,
It's a common touch.

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