When the lights are alive, northern
Lights in sweeping green folds, Sparked into life by the sun, In storms of purples and golds, Lights that prickle, lights that glint, Lights of the forests, of the park, Lights of the tundra, lights that Inspire throat singing. The dark Siberian pine contains a healing Sap, the day and evening blend, Light and life intertwine, with The name of God, from beginning to end.
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