sunny boy
the sun comes up
down in the trees
it rises up
you know
and gold coins
chase the phase
of ivy leaves
you know how
the lightening sky is
chasing pink away the grey
and in opal lessons
the clouds build in
the beginning of a day
bobbling down
through the stark
some crows again the way
it branches out in my mind’s eye
night’s closure squawks away
the cat rubs the more for food
for the nights been long you say
look
fool’s gold reflected in my tea
the way steam mists
away with you my sunny boy
for this won’t pay the day
the sun will high
and come down again
and i’ll sit like this again and say
the sun comes up
down in the trees
it rises up
you know how
it comes down again
isn’t that what they say
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