Blow high, blow low
Clouds above, clouds below
The divine horse sired by
The west wind flies in the sky
Across the Milky Way
Above the weariless sun
And waxing moon in wonders
With which the heaven is chimed
By
Blow high, blow low
Clouds above, clouds below
The divine horse sired by
The west wind flies in the sky
Across the Milky Way
Above the weariless sun
And waxing moon in wonders
With which the heaven is chimed
Listen, World 🌏 ⭐️🧚♀️ 
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