Another day, it starts again, in the town in which we live
When heat is felt, some criticize, but most enjoy the rays
A season's change, plants to breathe, the sun does not cease to give
But on one day unlike the rest, our sun absorbs the news
A messenger informs the light of the nearby star burnt out
T'was the sun in nearby space, a brother he did lose
Although the sun becomes consumed with anguish and despair
Providing comfort if we could, the son we would repair
But day by day, he does not rest, all alone up there
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