If we go back to when he was born in a nebula, We know that he never was thought of as regular, Because he had a flair about him, To say the Midas touch is wrong But all he went near seemed to turn a little bronze, Yes this sun was loved by some more than others, It was a case of Joseph and his dreamcoat and his brothers Because standing out from the crowd had its pros and its cons, And jealousy created enemies in those he outshone Such as the Shadow People.
С самого его рождения в скоплении звёзд о его обычности не стоял вопрос. У него был особый ореол, Мидас с ним и в сравненье не шёл: он делал бронзовым всё вокруг. Но для кого-то и Солнце не друг. Как в случае с Иосифом и братьями, особенного осыпали проклятьями. Он просто светил,  в других — вспыхивала зависть. Например, в людях Тени.