Flying down
from space above
her golden locks of mettalic hair
brush the sod earth
and the stars begin to revolve and
the Earth Wakes! and Sunlight,
her skin shining
caressing nature
makes the night
die, and She makes everything bright
and as she glides across the rising horizon
Life happens
and we turn on.
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