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Kiruthikarani KB

Children Stories Others

Sun

Sun

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Sun, sun, sun,

Come out of the mountains like a bun....


We need your light,

So come out bright....


You light up our hall,

When you rise up like an orange ball....


You give life to my growing sprout,

When you come out....


Our clothes, you dry,

When we are taking care of the little fry....


You do many other helpful things,

You are the King of Kings.


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