In the horizon a white cloud whispered away the smallest details. And down through the skin to the bones, glittering-glittering, and through the bones until darkness merges with marrow. You say something about the sun. You say something about the sun.

You say something about the sun. You say something about the sun.

You say something about the sun.

You say something about the sun. You say something about the sun. You say something about the sun. You say something about the sun. You say something about the sun. You say something about the sun.

You say something about the sun. Yo