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She cuts the nostalgia for the present is taunting,
She must perform, no matter how daunting.
The time is neigh, her ultimate test,
To assist in the impossible, she must give her best.
She cuts the nostalgia for the present is taunting,
She must perform, no matter how daunting.
The time is neigh, her ultimate test,
To assist in the impossible, she must give her best.
She spreads her legs and lights her horn,
For this duty she was sworn.
With a heart that’s brave and a gaze so grave,
She calls forth the sun, the world to save.
For this duty she was sworn.
With a heart that’s brave and a gaze so grave,
She calls forth the sun, the world to save.
“Rise, oh mighty sphere, banish night and fear,
Through the Unicorns’ command, bring the daylight here.
For the good of all, I shall bear this toll,
A sacrifice made, in silence call.”
Through the Unicorns’ command, bring the daylight here.
For the good of all, I shall bear this toll,
A sacrifice made, in silence call.”
Her magic wanes, yet her will remains,
A beacon of hope, through the darkest pains.
With each dawn she weaves, in the tapestry,
A tale of loss, for eternity.
A beacon of hope, through the darkest pains.
With each dawn she weaves, in the tapestry,
A tale of loss, for eternity.
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“O sun-raiser bold, with a heart of gold,
Your story untold, through the daylights rolled.
In the sky you etch, with a fiery sketch,
A world reborn, from the night’s dark stretch.”
Your story untold, through the daylights rolled.
In the sky you etch, with a fiery sketch,
A world reborn, from the night’s dark stretch.”
Yet the mare does weep, for the cost is steep,
In her soul’s deep keep, a dark curse she’ll reap.
For the sun she raised, and the crowd that praised,
Know not of the void in eyes darkened and glazed.
In her soul’s deep keep, a dark curse she’ll reap.
For the sun she raised, and the crowd that praised,
Know not of the void in eyes darkened and glazed.
“Sing, ponies, sing high, ‘neath the morning sky,
Of the mare who could, make the heavens fly.
But forget her not, in your merry lot,
For the sun-raiser’s fate, is oft forgot.”
Of the mare who could, make the heavens fly.
But forget her not, in your merry lot,
For the sun-raiser’s fate, is oft forgot.”
In the market’s cheer, where the stands appear,
She hides her tear, for the end is near.
With her magic spent, and her spirit bent,
She whispers soft, “For this, I was sent.”
She hides her tear, for the end is near.
With her magic spent, and her spirit bent,
She whispers soft, “For this, I was sent.”
“So remember well, the tale I tell,
Of the mare who fell, ringing the morning bell.
For the sun she gave, and the world she saved,
In the heart of night, her soul engraved.”
Of the mare who fell, ringing the morning bell.
For the sun she gave, and the world she saved,
In the heart of night, her soul engraved.”
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