are too many comfortless I see, your aid plead,
and we will certainly be free
Blazing Sun tears are falling, am in despair, hours
of grief, linger longer, and sure death. Should a child
so young not dance with the wind, run in the wild
till evening sun set or be at school learning what need be. Why should it be otherwise?
Blazing Sun, embrace me. Blazing Sun, shine on me.Blazing Sun, kisses me with the blatant
morning bliss, be mine forever the flowering of
young of love. Bless till time and golden age blend
What more dearly I ask Blazing Sun,your child let me be.
That is my take today on the Blazing Sun, and certainly there is hope to live by.
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