O' glorious sun! Of which bedazzling luminance and smoldering heat beckons to the sleep deprived soul within my being! Igniting my hazy days, my mundane days, and casting a spell on my anchored, worldly husk! My hours are filled, they are bursting with mirth and satisfaction to such blinding grandeur. The grandeur of a glowing, flaming day wherein the very heavens mingle with hesitant breezes and magical patches of minty air. It ignores the protests of my weary mind, one consumed with fatigue, but beguiled with lust for this magnificent day! O' glorious sun! Your cheek and irony to captivate me at my most spent, is not lost. And be it as it may, I adore you no less.
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