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I found the melancholy in the sunny.
I held her on a sunny plain.
Mathematics taught me
The irony of pain.
I traveled away from winter
And found light and folly.
Forgetting her, embracing Molly—
Her sunny tones in my melancholy.
The orbit of the planet
Is how we feel the sun.
The orbit tells my hours
And when the song is done.
