The sun, so bright, with a strange allure,
Its rays a dance, a peculiar chore.
A group of friends, to buy some bread,
An explosion strikes, their lives ahead.

The sky grows dark, as if night had come,
A sudden burst, their fate succumb.
Their laughter silenced, their bodies gone,
Memories remain, forever long.

The sun, it seems, a role to play,
In this strange tale, on this fateful day.
Its behavior odd, beyond compare,
A power of nature, beyond repair.

But though they're gone, their spirits live on,
In the hearts of those they loved, so fond.
Their laughter echoes, in the breeze's hum,
A reminder that life is short, but not done.

So let us hold, each moment we keep,
And hold dear those we love, in deep.
For life's a journey, uncertain and brief,
And the sun, its behavior, still a mystery, beneath.
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