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Sun you who casts your elegant goodness I adopt these words now whole heartedly Upon you they return what you impress Without whose wealth there is nothing at last Ceasing you soften by merciful flames but hold back the night and dread you make pure Fire of Golden petals as you blaze Without a simile or metaphor A measure a pound per note and a step Grown rotund on the horizon that Orb A sound ignited with light is your poem Guaranteed to radiate, incubus

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