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I will take away
the image of a fire
envisioned for the day
Mount Zion becomes real.
Fourth dimension some would say
In the fields, the children play.
Willing, "come to I what may".
Loving One the day
Mount Zion becomes real.
In the home that I reside
I see a rainbow on the wall
red gold and green
I am protected it would seem.
There is a light out in the sky.
Through the breeze the birds fly high.
Looking on from up above
now and on the day
Mount Zion becomes real.
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