From behind the dark blue hills,
A king in golden armour,
Moves majestically upward,
Shooting beams of dazzling light,
Down to the farthest corner.
The rays come descending,
Gracefully on the flowery carpet,
Cautious enough not to trample --
Even on the humblest of flowers.
The sky all bright and painted,
With gold and silver colours,
Emanates heavenly grandeur,
Complementing the earth's splendour.
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In the heart of this divine ambience,
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