Eternal spring you come into view
Flowing from the darkest places
To awaiting hands and warm embraces
Space to expand as the light closes in
What you come to is a point of absolution
The nebula has but one eye
Drawing matter from the sky
The depths of greatness await
In a promise we anticipate
As tender as the green branch
And eager as the morning dew
Teach us how to walk anew
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