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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