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• Here I run, to steal the secret of the sun.
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  Is this the great poet whose works so content us? This Goldsmith's fine feast, who has written fine books?...
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• Death performs a little bow and goes back on guard.
• Hail to the sun god, he sure is a fun god, Ra, Ra, Ra!
• Hail to the sun god He sure is a fun god Ra! Ra! Ra!