A Touch of Sun
The sea was wide and deep and blue,
Shone with a pleasant, sparkling hue.
He moved along his small ship's deck,
As he sailed by wind's call and beck.
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Monsters splashed into the fray,
He beat them and went on his way.
Islands found, and then charted,
Eventually, these lands departed.
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Rupees gathered, chests were found,
Recovered from the ocean's ground.
Nothing could stop him on this day,
And so continued on his way.
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And then the sun began to set,
No more riches for him to collect.
He pulled to Windfall Island near,
But started to have sense of fear.
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His face, his neck, they felt afire,
Like a cyclone rose his ire.
He felt his skin, and felt pain earned,
"Damn," he said, "I've got sunburn."