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Tears of the sun
Martinescu Vlad Upon a beach of golden sand, Somewhere in nowhere land, A man is sleeping. Covered by a red and blue, White striped beach blanket He waits to die. The sun is crying With yellow tears, Tried to catch them in a jar, But they were taken by the sea Along with the essence of he They’re going far. Dreams pass on by And look at the man, From his minds thoughts are dropping Leaving him blind with nothing to see. Nowhere a violin is playing Nor a singer singing Or a child laughing The man is dead He went away, The sun is crying, For he has nobody with whom to play. And all that remains behind Is a beach of sweet salty golden sand.
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