The midday Sun in March,
Sits just above the buildings,
It almost burnt my eyes
As I left from iron workers' hall.
But even that was welcomed,
After the gloomy blind days gone by.
So today an adventure is warranted,
To see what the Sun makes of things.
Sits just above the buildings,
It almost burnt my eyes
As I left from iron workers' hall.
But even that was welcomed,
After the gloomy blind days gone by.
So today an adventure is warranted,
To see what the Sun makes of things.
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