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British Sunlight No matter how grey the sky is that won't influence me Like a plume of discoloured ashes They burned brightly once, Like melted gold, majestically But now their light is extinguished, their forked tongue no longer lashes Soon comes the cold, heat seeping rain Making all of your attempts at happy thoughts in vein But still the harsh white light lurks, no longer burning but at least tame

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