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The Sun arises in the East, Cloth'd in robes of blood and gold; Swords and spears and wrath increast All around his bosom roll'd Crown'd with warlike fires and raging desires.
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PoetryVerse
The Sun arises in the East, Cloth'd in robes of blood and gold; Swords and spears and wrath increast All around his bosom roll'd Crown'd with warlike fires and raging desires.
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