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The sun and the moon - part 1
Under the veil of dawn’s soft grace,
the sun ascends, a gilded trace.
Through mist and shade, its light unfurls,
a silent call to wake the world.
It paints the hills in hues of fire,
lifting souls with quiet...
the sun ascends, a gilded trace.
Through mist and shade, its light unfurls,
a silent call to wake the world.
It paints the hills in hues of fire,
lifting souls with quiet...
