... I watch you rise,
From behind the Mountains,
From over the Sea,
Growing slowly,
Getting stronger,
Slowly older, then fading,
Off into the distance,
On the other side.
From Baby Sun, you become Adult Sun,
Dying fast, in one day,
But the next day, you'll be born again,
And that circle will continue,
On and on, until our end.
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