When the spirit took up with the soul
They quarreled at first over the body
Like new parents who would hold him
Know how to console him better
But losing touch over the years
The three of them fell apart
While the spirit lived on in the same town
Occasionally catching sight
Of his old love soul
Hurrying out at first light
A morning person still
One who gets up in pitch darkness
As in the old days
To light the body of the sun
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