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Shine on, shine up  slighter,
To the strident peal,
By the sunshine’s  lightness
Heavy horns are swilled,
Open it up wider -
Winds will rip the chords!
All the trouble riders
Upside downy turned.
Shine on -  daring, wildly,
Daughter of the flame,
Daylight risen brightly
Never turns   in vain...
Wait for peace to get  in
Hundreds of  revolts,
Coming down  from heaven,
Roads lead  right to Romes.
Shine in all the sorrows -
Life will pass somehow,
Not to fade tomorrow -
Touch the bottom now.