That strange flower, the sun,
Is just what you say.
Have it your way.The world is ugly,
And the people are sad..
That strange flower, the sun,
Is just what you say.
Have it your way.
An unaffected man in a negative light
Could not have borne his labor nor have died
Sighing that he should leave the banjo’s twang.
Death is the mother of beauty. Only the perishable can be beautiful, which is why we are unmoved by artificial flowers.