I want to sing bright lines
solid lines
lines of truth
Bearing the brightness of the dawn
slowly appearing
overtaking
and finally
saturating
like the sun rising on Kanchenchunga
Purples deep and rich
filtering into pinks
Rushes and flushes
Dripping down the snow
A river of morning light
It's in full flight
I'm captured
spell bound
found with you
Oh my glorious Song
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