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In the Gleaming Halls of Morn!

And there is this feeling of love,
I find myself closer to,
And where did I meet him first?
In the hillsides of upper himalayas,
Clutched at his lenses for work,
Unaware I was snapped,
In the whites and browns of the winters,
Happy, laughing and giggling all around,
And there he was,
Loosing himself bit by bit,
In the gleaming halls of morn

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