Covalent Bonds, part 46

The morning sits outside afraid

Until my Master draws the shade;

Then it bursts in like a ball,

Splashing sun all up the wall.

And the evening is not night

Until he's tucked me in just right

And kissed me and turned out the light.

Oh, if my Master went away

Who would start the night and day?

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