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
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