Sir Lachlan Morrison:
O blessed sun, our ancestors feared one terrible winter's day that you would set in the western sky, plunging us into perpetual night. And yet you shine upon us still. O glorious sun, accept our sacrifice that we may be fruitful once again. We pray that we may once more hear the sound of children's laughter in our midst.
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