The sun rises to fade darkness to light, For the birds to chant and the owl to sleep, The moon to borrow its light for the night, And the birds to rest for the rest to reap,.... Ooh sun the immaculate and ostentenious, With pale, golden and saffron robes, To wear and march from dawn to dusk, The keys to destinies to plug n plug
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