The wait of wintered night is done
A burgundy dawn begins its run
The reverie chimes me in its talk
Upon the purple path I walk
Path so unbidden, royal, and rare
With a wise power and a mystical flair
A seminal magic that spring has spun
Upon the purple path I run
Path paved by blissful transcendence
Stellar begetters in innocent effulgence
Exalted beyond the amsel sky
Upon the purple path I fly
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