Morning, Noon, and Night,
Everything is all right,
The sun comes up before the moon,
That day in June.
One day at half past seven,
All the suns' rays go to heaven,
Toward the middle called noon,
A boy comes out with a balloon.
Into the night it gets very dark,
The only thing you hear is a dog's bark,
The day in June has ended,
And no matter what has happened,
It can't be mended.
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