Golden thread, weave on and on cut through the narrow bridge That spans our every breath, clothes tattered and torn, cease and fold our prayers With strings of singing hope. Golden thread weave on and on Across our mirrored Joys.Showing out and in more clear this day with PRISTINE SNOW, Serve us from your buttercups the yellow wine of stillness, Golden thread weave on and on And fashion for all wanderers Unbroken chain of light TO guide man's one way course through his journeying in this PRISTINE SNOW, Golden thread weave on and on.
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