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Morning Has Broken
Gazing through the
crystal clear morn,
Mirrors of curves in face,
Light winged feathers on
sky
Shrilling about yet
another day;
With avid and sporty,
Besides discreet to
humans.
Gazing through the
crystal clear morn,
Dear of my heart stay
ubiquitous,
Reflecting and revering
the two curves
Albeit a day of
dissatisfaction;
Replacing my heavy heart,
With his valley of lilies.
Gazing through the
crystal clear morn,
Retrieving some
moments in the far high
altitude,
A bliss of solitude of mind
among the evergreen
pines
There exist a tranquil
paradise;
Fall cold chilly winds,
Holding our hands
together to warm each
other.
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