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Under the moonlight shadow,

In the twilight of dusk,

Amidst the wood of the green cathedral,

And the firebugs of the moon night,

Here in the vast solitude,

In the silence of the forest,

I was graced with holy contempt,

In the shadow of my heart,

Where memories of the old wood dawn,

Weaves the leaves of eternal spring,

And the Light of the everlasting twilight gleams,

Over the glade of the nightside forest,

Its Light is the eternal dawn.

A consuming incandescence

A shimmering light of hope

The cloak of darkness is wrent

And the tree of life is glorified.