The Sun Is Made From Pure Gold

The sun is made from pure gold
And when it goes down it folds
When I look up, I see it there
Shining through my hair
If I could keep it then it would be mine
Then I would let it shine
Some people would say it’s worth nothing
Maybe just a dime
The sun is my friend
This poem’s come to an end
I hope this is the latest trend

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