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The sun rises across the skyAs people are walking byShining on the rich and poorFrom desert to sea shoreOn every man, woman, and childFrom the city to the wildIt rises and then sets againEach day without endTelling a tale for all to seeThat we aren’t living equallyPerhaps equally we never willAnd also without justice ‘tilWe speak up for the weak and smallIn the daytime and at nightfallTo remain consistent and fairAs our lives are there to share
by Christina Morl...