The wind is blowing again my friend
Who kisses the dawn with peace
Trailing hope as she sails onward
Her lightning bids me forward
Pure object of celestial birth
Full of clouds and golden lyres
A spreading miracle filling time
Whose lingering ecstacy awes
The valley rings with power
Full of the desire of ages
Reflected in reluctant moons
The deep cycle sighs complete
Under the zenith of burnt offerings
Filled with countless hopes and dreams
Blush not, hold them higher still
No farewell kiss shall brush your lips
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