Sun-- Her beauty isn't cold, it is so hot, only to be admired by the lowest forms -- humans. Only to be looked at, to love with a fierce desperation and to sing of, at night when she is no more.
Fantástico! The Glory Of Sunrise!!!

Sun-- Her beauty isn't cold, it is so hot, only to be admired by the lowest forms -- humans. Only to be looked at, to love with a fierce desperation and to sing of, at night when she is no more.