Song
After the glory of night,
Comes the magnificent sunlight.
I walked in a tune,
Of melancholy strain,
But I was astonished,
When I heard a beautiful strain.
I walked over the forest,
And walked over the flowing stream.,
But I was unable to get the source,
Of the beautiful strain’s force.
I passed all over,
The natural beauty;
I heard the song,
Wherever I went;
But later I realized,
It was the nature’s song,
That made me involved so nice.
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