Dance on top of the trees
With the first strike
Of morning
You can hear it
While asleep
They dance
So calm,
And so incredibly
While you sleep
The pink elephants
Covered in morning dew
And new shining
Of the rising sun
Celebrating the Birth
Of a New immaculate Day
When someone will die
And another lives
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