The day begins with pure light
hitting the roof tops of the heathen caves
So beautiful and bright for everyone to sight
Arise arise and take a walk with the sun till you see the night
Open your eyes, lift your head and move your feet
Stand upright and never take a sit
For it is known labour is pain with fruits of life
Let the sun be your guide
To see and find all the gold you wish to hide
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