O glorious sun in thy heavenly skies
gaze not upon me today.
Mine eyes are weak; my soul is weary
Let me rest if I may.
O holy sun, I worship thee
but today please let me be.
I'll move among the shadows
where mine eyes doth see.
O beautiul sun, tomorrow will come
and bring joy back into my life.
'Twas the glow of the sickly moon
which
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