I watched as mist cascaded over streams and grass
And staring at that view, it raised a tear
For as I witnessed morning light, and saw it pass.
The deer out in the park came into view
The scene began to take on such a perfect sight
From where I stood, it took my breath away
And so I sat and waited for the day to turn to night
From where I stood, it was a perfect day
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