Poem I wrote

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HERE COMES THE SUN

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If you had fears or sorrows

You could write them in a song 

To sing to golden Apollo 

He would help you be strong

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He turned away the darkness

Turning gloom to meaning and light

Crowning you with victory 

Apollo made things bright

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Fed on Ambrosia and Nectar

Apollo soon became as a man

His arrows of light went everywhere

Delphi was his plan

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His Oracle was the Pythoness

Apollo the double-edged blade

He drove away illness and shadows

He foretold events with his Shade

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