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Blues of the inner sun

Right in the dark faces

I see the fireplace.

There's nothing to worry 'bout,

'cause light reflex itself.

Right in my endlits,

ol' sorrow is gone.

Right in the endlits,

comes the dawn of my sun.


All our lights!

Break in all ol' nights!

Remember, why you here for you!

All is within!

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