The first words on my lips.
Enfold me in holiness.
she whispers familiarly sweet.
Daughter, wake up...
It's time for your singing.
She dresses me in sky.
Stars are my slippers tonight.
I wake, I stretch.
This is coolness of Winter in harvest.
Illumine, Illumine...
Illumine, Illumine...
Illumine.
I wake, I stretch.
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