Lots of things make me sad
That's why I am the sun
I hold my sorrows in a bag
That's why I am so strong
I have a memory of being grass bone rock and wood
I am as sad as the history of choosing pain instead of peace
As sad as my fists can be for ancient acts
of losing true love for jealousy
A watching eye
A destructive breeze
Lots of things make me sad
that's why I am the sun
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