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Upon your shoulder always is a sun:
Where ever you are, there it radiates;
Not clouds nor rain can take away the one
That guarantees your face illuminates.
At night the haloed moon your hair reflects,
And lie the stars, a trillion suns themselves;
I close my eyes, the ling'ring light rejects
The dark, defeated any depth it delves.
And even under covers, warmth reminds:
It taps you on the shoulder, heat at play;
Your sun-kissed skin, your radiance it finds,
Your fire fueled each pyrotechnic day.
So when you feel your soul caressed by sun,
Know too, it touches me, and we are one.

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