Evening bells of the setting sun
Whistles of beauty
The chirping sounds of the birds
An eclipse of beauty and magic.

Hear the sounds of radiance blown by the wind,
Songs of perfection flawless nature sings,
The pureness of the enchantress and her whispered recitations of mesmerizim.
Her rays of light blinds the darkness in our eyes,
And opens us up to see,
She is the mother of all charms.
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