Do you remember how the sun, set
On the occasion, we last conversed?

First, it hid behind some lousy clouds
As I was uttering my dying words

Then, out it came with a shiny glare
As I grasped the truth of your beauty

‘Twas nothing but my own reflection
To my surprise and curiosity.

Now the sun’s told our tale to this town
And I heard how it had made you smile

So if the thought of me drew a smile
Then, I have mastered true lover’s guile

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