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I sat in a garden, looking at the sun...

  • I sat in a garden, looking at the sun
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  • I beckoned to it, 'come down and we'll have some fun'
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  • But the sun would not come, and it sat there in it's lofty height
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  • I called to it, 'who do you think you are'
  • You lofty sun sitting so high in the sky
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  • 'You cannot stay there forever,' came my reply
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  • And with that a tower was started, so that the sun would come down
  • Whether it desired it or not, it would come down

Inspired by the music of the Doors...

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