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The Son.
Away, painting of the sky and companion of the stars.
Drain the luster of the moon,
For I am born.
The Son of the Sun.
From the bed of flowers,
And the alters of bricks and fire,
I rise from the dust....
Drain the luster of the moon,
For I am born.
The Son of the Sun.
From the bed of flowers,
And the alters of bricks and fire,
I rise from the dust....
