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Oh wayward sun, this new day gone in discontent. None the more, meaning less, has chosen to take the willing, the open heart thoughts given, to the hearse of fallow. Come, return, so that we may dance in the warmth, secure, with our heads held high. So sun of bygone day, call, then I will retrieve your mental joys given, this grey day must end.

Description
Oh wayward sun, this new day gone in discontent. None the more, meaning less, has chosen to take the willing, the open heart thoughts given, to the hearse of fallow. Come, return, so that we may dance in the warmth, secure, with our heads held high. So sun of bygone day, call, then I will retrieve your mental joys given, this grey day must end.