King Suspire
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just different
No joy, no laughter, no fun.
My days are dark because I have no sun.
Cloudy with rain, no warmth, just cold.
No birds singing, no flowers blooming.
Just wind blowing, and thunderstorms.
I miss the sun, I was much happier then.
Now just sad and gloomy, fog blinding, so
the way I can't see.
If the sun only knew how important it was to me.
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