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The way that the wind blows
is the way that the Sun goes
when the night comes to take me away.

When everything is crashing down
I'm flying around.
Up above everything, and I'm nice and safe
from the monsters on Earth's face.

The Sun flew away on the wind.
It'll come back soon I hope.
If not I just couldn't cope.

But righteously I would persevere,
I would keep the monsters at bay and not succumb to their leers.

All I see is smoke clouds coiling and curling.
Monsters and evil beings lurk beneath.

Wait. What is that? The Sun! The Sun is returning!
Everything evil runs from the sight.
They're scared. They can't stand the light.
This isn't the end, this is merely another beginning.