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Pale, cream white walls

The gentle light

Through dark night

Flooding through circular windows

Golden carpets glitter

Silent steps fall

Wooden figures tell stories on the walls

A tiny table

Made for the greatest feast of all

Red lantern burns to its right

Candles all around

Silence, make no sound

Eyes follow the wispy smoke, up, and up

Never quite far enough to reach heaven

Yet far enough to watch it curl around the dome above

A box with golden complexion

A man in flowing robes stands

He holds something in his hands

Freeze this moment that transcends all time

Because there, in his hands

There in his eyes

All around

I see you again

I am yours and you are mine

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