All the night it rained,
The morning began with the sweet voice of Stock dove,
Music of waters with rhythm which made butterflies dance,
Fog covered the sky as a roof on the top,
Sun rose as wishes in a student,
Which made the sky as golden in color,
Birds saying good morning to trees,
It’s all the good morning! !
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