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Lyrics
Fluttering mosaics in multicolored forests
intensify their hues as sunny days grow short.
Covering the mountains for winter,
they become one with the earth.
Canopied cathedrals towering overhead,
admit sunlight through ornamented trees,
and whisper anthems sweet as breezes sing
with branches of stained-glass windows.
Looking down from rugged peaks,
the granite walls, carved by time,
stand out as sacred monuments,
leering out of their wreaths: immortal faces old.
Their hosts raise them to the heavens
to form high-vaulted ceilings.
They grace the heads of these pillars
like Corinthian columns.
Dappled with green and gold,
burning in red and orange,
aged to purple and brown,
they glow against a border blue.
In these ancient sanctuaries,
where peace has a fleeting chance
to take root and flourish,
the voices of pressure fall silent.
Details
GeneratedDec 16, 2024
Duration4:00
Style
British college choir, Classical, orchestra, reflective, peaceful, tone clusters, pentatonic melody
Credits
Prompt by
Lyrics, Bill Graham
Lyrics, Bill GrahamModelAria v4
