A voice at the sun, two voices at the sun, three voices at the sun. Innumerable voices in choir at the sun. Heilà heilà heilà heilà. Beauty, a cluster of hands, din don. Anger, fly away. Anger, go away. Be a point of nothing away. Echo of the clearness, echo of help wins for multiple voices. Stay near the light of regrets. Heilà, heilà, heilà, heilà.
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