In the East, when dawn appears,
The world wakes from its sleepy years.
A dazzling light begins to show,
As the radiant sun starts to glow.
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In the meadow, where moonbeams glow,
A melody flows through the night's shadow.
A songstress unseen, her voice takes flight,
The enchanting tune of the nightingale's delight.
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In the twilight hues, there was someone standing,
Silhouette in the moonlight, softly demanding.
A figure so mysterious, cloaked in shades,
Whispers of secrets, veiled in cascading braids.
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I wondered where will l go,
Through paths unknown, my steps did stow,
Amidst the towering hills, mighty and grand,
Seeking an answer in this ancient land.
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The first time I see you, my heart skips a beat,
Your presence, so captivating and sweet.
Like a spring breeze, you enter the room,
I'm drawn to you, like a moth to a bloom.
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