A new day arrives,
On a golden wheel,
So bright and grand,
This is how I feel.
I'm waiting for snow,
To fall from the sky,
So I could say,
Goodbye.
By my side,
A silent evening,
I need a guide
The warmth is leaving.
Arise, stand still
The sun of atom,
Like field of rice,
Like a thousand platoons.
New day
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