at dawn
when i arise
i see painted sky
when curtain is drawn
alchemy works along the horizon
the golden sun comes up
and spices the clouds
our sphere no longer in rags
but elegantly dressed
to greet us with brightness
when i arise
i see painted sky
when curtain is drawn
alchemy works along the horizon
the golden sun comes up
and spices the clouds
our sphere no longer in rags
but elegantly dressed
to greet us with brightness
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