Light rays dance about in the haze,
They burn the days with such purple phrase.
The light rays that do decide the ways,
Light your days with blysical rays.
What says the martyr who wasted their days,
In love; they knew not the ways,
In light; they saw not such rays,
In laughter; they did despise such a blysical phrase.
I beckon thee; to think of me,
So might'est you see what really be.
Now you doubt the fact that I am thee,
Then we pronounce thee; a part of T'reee!
Finally know that the ray of hope shines upon all of thee,
Righteousness will see the light in thee.
Ears now h'open with sun wonder,
Ever free the elm green T'reee!!!
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