| Isn't She Awful |
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| You asked if the sun had a mother |
| And what, what might her name be? |
| And is she gentle? |
| Oh isn’t she awful |
| In how she loves the sun |
| Oh sun, you must be so lonely |
| Living high, high in the sky |
| The world has torn you |
| You’ve burned out your bright lights |
| And now the rain falls down on me |
| And what does it sound like when she turns out the lights? |
| And oh, can you hear her when she calls your name at night? |
