It was light
The light was light upon the morning air
Light was my soul upon the day
Light I felt and light I was, light lifted my weighted soul
Light became her to light her hair
She lay light and beautiful in the morning's spread of light
Light was the day to come, making light of lives griefs
Light cleared the morning for the day
Light took my soul my heart my love
Light saw grief away as light came to light the way
The Way was to the light and so are we
Light makes light of our Way to the light .
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