One lives in need
Of a place,
Held be in the sun
For its life giving face,
Tho risks of burn
In sun’s solar run,
We mightn’t discern,
Its perilous pace
Has us suffer pain,
Sparing no place
In spite of the rains,
He’ll find to embrace
Any ones face
Who dares overstay,
For sun, will have its way!
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