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Sing praises of the Sun Goddess
Drift about the mercy of waves
Pray at this sacred moment of silence
Red butterfly's fluttering
From your shoulder to shoulder
Take a rest in this primal church, and bless
If you're an injured warrior
Now your pains will disappear
All tears of people in this world, is pouring here, as the rain
You'll be reborn in this church that you find out here
Gold mist filled gorge of despair
Sun light filtering through the silver clouds
Million birds are crying with their fate