We can but follow to the Sun —
As oft as He go down
He leave Ourselves a Sphere behind —
‘Tis mostly — following —
We go no further with the Dust
Than to the Earthen Door —
And then the Panels are reversed —
And we behold — no more.
We can but follow to the Sun —
As oft as He go down
He leave Ourselves a Sphere behind —
‘Tis mostly — following —
We go no further with the Dust
Than to the Earthen Door —
And then the Panels are reversed —
And we behold — no more.
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