A glaring ray to make the hey
set the fire to daze the dark in its fray
Cooler the nights; warmer the day;
Suffice a cause for the fray;
Until dawn in night’s prey; that glaring ray waits the moment to make a hey.
By reaching peak, it starts to bleak;
That blazing ray, till dooms day die hard to make a hey.
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