Song of the Wild Sunflowers

Let the nights grow longer.
Still, we will hold the sun.
Let the fierce winds blow
and the rains fall.
Usher in the cold.
We will hold the sun.
In memory of sweet summer,
until our days are done,
for the sake of your joy,
we will shine on,
beaming the glorious sun.

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