The sun drives his golden chariot
Into the west of the mountain
Carrying the day’s memories
Over to the end of the misty horizon
As she watches the declination
Sitting on the top of the hill alone.
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The sun drives his golden chariot
Into the west of the mountain
Carrying the day’s memories
Over to the end of the misty horizon
As she watches the declination
Sitting on the top of the hill alone.
Listen, World 🌏 ⭐️🧚♀️ 
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