goethe's presents:
you pronounce it all
he shines, noble sun
you'll follow soon, i hope
step out into the garden (why doncha)
then youd be rose of the roses
lily of the lilies presently
when you reign in dancing
so all the stars rain
with ya about ya around
night would it were night
you overshine the moon's
pretty thing, sharp reflect-
ion and lovely are ya
flowers, moon, stars
they honour (and the sun) only you
sun well you're my sun
sculptress of noble day
life eternal etc.
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