It's rare to see
The most lovely thing
Showing on his face
Like summer's light
Warm up your inside
You can almost sense
His gentle presence
Caressing my mind
Through the longest night
The most lovely thing
Comes from within
Like the whitest snow
On the slippery slope
Or the tasty fish
Caught on our line
The deepest wood
Failed to consume
The boat anchored there
Will one day sail
To the lovely place
Where we embrace
The most lovely thing
Is when we begin
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