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Rising Sun
Rising Sun
Zenith not so bold
Body pretty old
Nay, but spirit isn't cold
Wow-ho; sing to the green past
Most friends gone, loved ones lost
Hay still do march past
Under sun, shadow you must cast
Oh! Blue sky bright you shine
Lively is spirit mine
Pour vigour into my mine
With astute stars bonds frozen
Still hopeful horizon crimson
Blows life into setting sun
Lo! It creeps up as rising sun
Zenith not so bold
Body pretty old
Nay, but spirit isn't cold
Wow-ho; sing to the green past
Most friends gone, loved ones lost
Hay still do march past
Under sun, shadow you must cast
Oh! Blue sky bright you shine
Lively is spirit mine
Pour vigour into my mine
With astute stars bonds frozen
Still hopeful horizon crimson
Blows life into setting sun
Lo! It creeps up as rising sun
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Rising Sun
Rising Sun
