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Northern Lights The northern lights are glowing and decorate the night. Their ribbon walls are growing, to my personal delight. It's Nature's picture showing, a truly welcome sight. Its beauty keeps on flowing in a river made of light. Now daylight hides and cowers as lights play overhead. Those icy colored towers, reflections on my sled. The midnight sun may run away, the winds will have a bite, but northern lights are here to play; and decorate my night.
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