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Autumn Sunshine

O golden autumn sun,      You are a comet,      Rushing, whirling      Through the sky! Down at the wretched slum           I live in You gild the sooty sills      As you pass by. You have made me happy, happy, happy; You shone into my dingy little room On the penny-posy in my gargle-bottle, And the little bud has broken into bloom!  ~ Kagawa, 1935