Jocund Day, Night...

by intheblowinwind

Published April 25, 2008

Golden Day
Black Night
Black night will make him pay
It will surely give him fright
Golden Day
Black Night
Under bright sky
The boy flies a kite
Under dark sky he may die
Until he lives again in the light
Happiness is a warm sun
For the boy lives in fun,
During the golden day
Before he dies, when the day is done.

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