The sun will not stay on the bed,
He kept going around the earth,
Create morning after morning.
Here, on a sunny day,
We play games in the sunny garden;
In India, every sleepy child,
Be carried to bed by an adult.
In the evening, I finished my afternoon tea.
It's just dawn across the Atlantic,
All the little dolls in the west,
I am getting dressed.
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Robert stevenson: 1850- 1894, Scottish essayist, poet, novelist, travel writer, representative of neo-romanticism.