This is not a fearful whisper in the darkness It is the light and the open windows And the fresh air:
I shall salute the sun again I shall salute the brook flowing in me I shall salute the clouds carrying my thoughts I shall salute my mother, living in the mirror And reflects my old age. I shall salute the sun again.
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