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Sunrise
Quietly adorning: The grayed plains, filling up with light Dispell the darkness of the night. Through crystal drops of morning dew, My worries soon become so few. My hurt, my pain, my fears take flight, In the rising sun's soft warm light. For there is no better place on the earth Than this tender cradle of this day's birth. |
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