Regain your own form
By seeing the rising sun.
The sun is there as it is
And it is we, who are going
Round and round all over the sun.
We are eternal and
We have full knowledge
About the sky, where we
See, every day, the sun.
The sun as you see is in penance,
And we are there to say
What we really want to hear,
In our house, in new moon night
From the sky and from the sun.
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