I leap toward the south yeahAnd attempt to burn my bridgesWay down to the equatorAnd back up north with the windI’m travelin’And the last I heard twelve sad storiesFrom disciples of the sunAnd we rang the bellAnd fired the gunTo worship the perfect and sometimes cruelImpartiality of the sun
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