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As rivers of clouds blanket mountain topsAllows a peekaboo glimpse of where the heavens stop
Colors and smells overwhelm every sense and cell stem
Fields of flowers and green grass that seem to never end
Caught in a rainbow of euphoria as majestic as the northern lights
The sun peeking beyond the horizon and the moon shining so bright
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