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'Ascending with the rising mist, through an ancient forest glow
Ascending--there's no going back, you've left the ebb and flow
A scent of musky flowers, of sandalwood and rose
Uplifted on a warming wind, now only highs, no lows
Ethereal ascension, through an ancient forest glow'
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