Who is quite right?
Panes of the home clang it
where I have never slept
not to get wet with sweat,
and where I just stayed
and never ever sang,
but the sun is on me so that I stang.
Who is quite dead?
This is a puzzle even to the dogs of shoreline sands
of looking in the eye shy;
I wish I rambled with them
and moonlight wrapped us warm,
but the sun is on me so that I burned.
Who is quite drunk?
Nobody knows wherever they might be.
Shall I go on?
Nobody knows, whoever they tried be.
Is there a turn?
Nobody knows; all I have learned
is the sun is on me so that I burned,
the sun will burn me as far as it's concerned.
Nobody knows...
Nobody knows...
Nobody knows...
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The Sun Is On Me
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