Oh great sun. I'm afraid you're mocking me. For I cannot climb the heights of the trees. Nor can I reach the bottom of the river. Yet you faithfully shine. My face gets caught in your dazzling light. How can I ever prove myself worthy of thy kindness towards my groping figure. ah, you remain forgiving. Your wealth is to be shared and cherished by humble men and servants. Though my love will not acknowledge me and the better man spits at my sorrow. Great sun you might mock me. But let me rest in thy sunlight.
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