I shall wither away
Without the sun in the sky.
There'll be no music to play
When all goes awry.
The sun, the sun, the sun,
Life coursing in my veins.
Without it, what's to be done?
Without it sorrow will cover the plains
Without the sun in the sky.
There'll be no music to play
When all goes awry.
The sun, the sun, the sun,
Life coursing in my veins.
Without it, what's to be done?
Without it sorrow will cover the plains
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