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the Arora Borealis
As it approached, a sense of wonderment arose
that canvas was awash
it poured the incandescence from the pot
all creatures stood transfixed
in silhouette we stood
not by cold, by pure amazement we were froze
for that indelibility, see the sky in that matrix
'twas on my bucket list, before my demise
I beat my chest and screamed "I'm glad to be alive"
that canvas was awash
it poured the incandescence from the pot
all creatures stood transfixed
in silhouette we stood
not by cold, by pure amazement we were froze
for that indelibility, see the sky in that matrix
'twas on my bucket list, before my demise
I beat my chest and screamed "I'm glad to be alive"
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