My father is the Sun-God,
My mother is the sea;
My house is in the heavens,
The moonbeams play with me.
My gown has seven colors,
My song has seven keys;
I run among the mountains,
I bathe within the seas.
The world is ever waiting
For the little tinkling cry
Of the bangles on my ankles
As I leap across the sky.
What am I?

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