Appears captive by white clouds,
And the mountains, hazy blue,
Clothed as if in shrouds.
The evening air turns cooler
And I shiver a bit inside.
Hard to believe, feeling this calm,
That earlier today I cried.
The horizon is a painting--
Pastels of orange and blue.
My heart beats out an answer--
The truth of me and you.
For now, it is only me andThis fantastic thing called sun...
Yet something still inside me
Whispers I should run
Back to the place I know--
My warm seaside hometown,
Yet fate has other plans,
And it is here I shall abound.
So wipe away that tear.
Hold my head up high.
Surrounded by love, I am,
Like the sun low in the sky.
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