Dawn of Hope
The moon’s chariot has long passed
Merry morning is approaching fast
The azure sky is lit with the sun
The stars are hidden their glory done
The sweet goodness of the dewdrops
That from soft petal drops
Towards the sun it turns
With open arms for the warmth it yearns
And every blossom in this morning bright
Take the gift of dew from the dawn sprite
Life with new born hope and fresh courage
And the power to break every bondage
Rises with this good morning
And soars above gloriously shining
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