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Rising Sun | ||
| Rising sun on tree of gold On an autumn morning cold Warms the heart with gentle fire, Ready to fine rhymes inspire. Rising sun on tree of gold Makes one feel no longer old. Batteries are charged anew So that one great things may do. Rising sun on tree of gold Makes one strangely brave and bold, Ready to attack the day In a warmer, fresher way. | ||
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