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Dreadful sea
Why do you patronize me
When you are one
of extreme beauty
I look from the docks
Just to gaze upon thee
Or maybe, could it be
You possess jelousy
Because your movement is set
Yet I move so freely

Dear Mr.Sun
Your job seems so fun
Its so simple, so easy
but needs to be done
Your out of range from a gun
So theres no need to run
Which is why your job
Is second to none

Greetings dear star
As you peak from afar
A distance to be reached
But not by any car
You sit there at night
And hide from the light
And watch down on earth
At incredible height
Like the moon's little helper
You help keep things bright
And even shoot across the earth
With all of your might
But when morning hits
You go out of sight
And when night comes around
You return without a fight
blaugh