Into my world of darkness and silence,
Suddenly it lit my candles,
I began to see and understand,
The taste and texture of life.
A path winding across the horizon,
Over mountains, across seas,
Thr'gh blue sky and grey;
Never ceasing, continuous, evergreen,
Like the morning sun.
The world within world,
The world that can survive over centuries,
Through thee, I'm a voice.
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