The Wind and the Sun, they were both great friends,
but they had a constant and endless race,
The wind was fast and powerful, it could push and shove,
But sun could burn and blind, it was not to be crossed.
Both were powerful in their own ways,
But they never quite saw things the same,
So they ran and ran, and their friendship did not last,
But still the world was beautiful, though they had their race.


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