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Red Sun
…it’s beauty penetrating my skull...
Waiting for the coast to clear
Jingling the cathedral bell
With redemption for my soul
Of a cause to rise
…Clarions withhold their shovels…
Fanning the thorns of the dust
To construct our long lost place of aboard
To sour to savor the ruin of its leather
And its honey jar
…Oh far till I can’t squint no more…
Till I can’t drift to the Nile time
Till I can’t foretell the desires
Till I can’t forecast the fortune
Till I can’t get enslaved in its warmth
A Ray of a rainbow night
Oh how all things fade.
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