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Morning

Summer rain held back in dark clouds and chaotic skies, Piercing the atmosphere with fire unveiling inevitability. Truth soaring beneath the vast array expanding over the universe, and just as songs begin, another night now ends, finally it’s morning. Mourning the summer pardons the winter when fields grow white with plains stained by nature’s blood. Summer rain now a symbol of hope delayed and the fiery Sun reveals our progress. Birds keep soaring under the expanse of Heaven over Earth and our dreams awaken us to new realities as we mourn the night, finally welcoming the morning.

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