We turn on the Light,
which tells a story so bright
It casts its rays far
like a brilliant yellow star
It blooms till a flicker
till the day it gets sicker
In the end it does die
and our soul goes to the sky
We turn on the Light,
which tells a story so bright
It casts its rays far
like a brilliant yellow star
It blooms till a flicker
till the day it gets sicker
In the end it does die
and our soul goes to the sky
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