Westward
Always toward the setting sun
When red melts away to orange
Our favorite star
Getting ready to begin anew
On the other side of the world.
To lighten others days
As the moon lights our nights.
In an neverending cycle,
For us going west.

Westward
Always toward the setting sun
When red melts away to orange
Our favorite star
Getting ready to begin anew
On the other side of the world.
To lighten others days
As the moon lights our nights.
In an neverending cycle,
For us going west.
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