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The Sun
The sun comes forth; each mountain
Glows with a tinge of rosy light,
And flowers, that slumbered through the night, Their dewy leaves unfold;
A flood of splendor bursts on high,
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The sun comes forth; each mountain
Glows with a tinge of rosy light,
And flowers, that slumbered through the night, Their dewy leaves unfold;
A flood of splendor bursts on high,
O Sun
The world's essence and motivator you
The organizer of the book of the world you
The splendor of existence has been created by