You shape the horizons,
adorn the abyss
You light the darkness
with a starry mist
You color the dawn
and the setting sun
whisper a warm breath
and Spring has begun
One foot on the Nile,
the Himalayas
surrender their claim
Wield the morning sun,
the stars humbly refrain
Yet, merciful is your tone
toward a speck like me
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