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You can’t be my suns

I don’t hear what it tells me

I saw three suns stand in the sky

And they stood there as blank and bright and watch me

As if they would not leave my sight.

You cannot be my suns

Not long ago I had three of my own

But now the best two have gone down

And the third might disappear !

In darkness I would better fare

You cannot be my suns

You would not leave my sight

When the snow flies in my face

I brush it away

When my heart exclaims in my breast

Complaining is for fools

Don’t hear what it tells me Complaining is for fools

I sing bright and cheery

Spite all wind and weather we are gods