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The sun's bright beams devoured moon's rays.
     It's burning tongue drove out the night.
With cheerfulness it clasped the day
      And brought with it the warming light.

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The gentle breeze now stirs the trees
     And dances over fields and streams.
Its teasing breath blows washing lines
   And wakes the sleeper from his dreams.

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From every door of every town
     Commuters now come into sight,
Whilst, from above, the sun looks down
     On birds who take off in their flight.
 
We'll welcome sunshine's golden rays,
     Replacing moonlight's gentler beams.
A brand new working day begins
   Far from the world of moonlit dreams.

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* Sunup:  This is a North American expression.  Do your children know what we say in England?  Answer: Dawn.

 

 

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