The new dawn emerges
At the high and esteem
The sun rises above,
If I stand straight to it, I gleam
When I stand before the sun,
I feel my intuitive energetic
It makes me the happiest.
When I see it at the,
Orange-red complexion sky,
It charmly greets me,
'Good morning'.
When it's golden arms
Passes through me,
My face looks the most beautiful
And, I shine through that moment.
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