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The Amber Sun rises in glory,
Shining down on the sorry,
The Sun forsaking those without heart,
As if the shadows, on their own, can part.
But with its light here to stay,
The shadows wither, fade away,
And until the sun can rise again,
Protect me, my Amber, until then.



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