Light fell upon a wall
And I began to run:
Someone sang about Kashmir,
Of Valley, stars and Sun...
The sound came from a certain
Quarter
But I wasn't so sure;
As I battled down the Stairway,
A voice echoed, "...Evermore"...
And soon enough, I heard one sing
In a fine, familiar tone:
Friends, my eyes cherished this
scene,
Which was a Wonderful One...
Imagine the ecstasy...
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