What is this beautiful light I see,
It is something that spellbinds me,
Its seems to be something divine,
And its rays I cannot count in lines.
As I move closer, I am forced gently,
It does not look like King Bentley,
Ah! It is something I have always wished to sight,
Oh! That beautiful light,
It disappears as my thoughts become mean,
Oh! How I wish to live with the light I had seen.
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