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Solar thoughts or To our mistress, the sun

Source of heat and fuel for life

Beautiful at the horizon

Painting clouds and sky

We bask and burn in her glory

And she  sits supreme at system centre

Girdled by her planets

Visited by stray comets

Regally burning  

Interior electrons impede her light

Rendering our glowing orb opaque

Not that you can see this

It would burn your eyes out

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