Deep in the morn see through the soul,
See the deep, the vast after sleep,
See through eyes open whole,
Pray throughout with sacred lip
Hallelujah and hymn, carols and jingle
For there’s whole lot to gain
For the time shall go fickle
For there’s something called heaven
To see yet with eyes far-reaching
To peep through the window far
To see all sentient beings fetching
To smooch the northern star.
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