As I looked at her she shone,
And like the sun she glared back.
I know that certain times have gone,
But feel we're finally on track, and rolling...
These mountains, and monsters,
And demons from our sight,
Nothing is better than to feel your warming light.
Fill me right up to the brim,
Light yourself up and let me in, let me in.
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