Day
Bright Day, swelling heat, familiar warmth, reveal the shadowy Earth, claim your crown of fire, where do you go when the stars come home?
Bright Day, swelling heat, familiar warmth, reveal the shadowy Earth, claim your crown of fire, where do you go when the stars come home?
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