In the morning, when flowers bloom,
Lilacs fragrance weave sweet perfume.
A weary heart, it longs to rest,
Tranquil slumber, it does cajole.
My guitar strums in soft rhythm,
In the morning, when flowers bloom,
Etching melodies, soothing hymn,
A sigh escapes, a whispered claim.
Amidst the...
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