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he sun is up Is it not? It has surely risen Is it not yet hot? Cross the bridge to nowhere on a knowing lark Back up a few steps give or take And emerge anywhere in good old New York Fancy that The sun's down now Is it not? It has surely set Is it still so damn hot? If you're a smidgen faint Perhaps then... The color of the paint Sci Trekking © 2008 Ahkenaton