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The Sun rises for my dance to commence,
Trees, flowers and mountains are my audience.
Flowing rivers and birds play the rhythm,
I wonder for I cannot fully fathom.
I salute the audience with the fading sunset,
I blow the kiss through the shimmering moonlight.
The sun rises for me to start again,
I sing and dance till I become the same.
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