O' great Apollo of the sky
of the sun, the shining sun
and O' thy rhythms sing
in glorious tone the white clouds
cackling with thunder atop
golden sands rimmed by ocean
tides, water so crystal that
I can see into its depths
I wish only to make such music you do
and play with the same fervent ferocity
as a perfect lion on the savanna
and when i strike chords the angels
praise the world for such beauty
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