the hills lit up with a glimmer of the sun
the warm hello of the morning
luminizing the stark white snow
the beating of the northern wind
on the drum of eternal crystal skies
whispers of the ethereal halo on the mountain tops
the glowing orb sparkles as it rises in the sky
mirroring the pearlescent moon
in it's daytime parade across the sea of blue
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