Peter Buss

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The gayest songs of the morning
As the mist hangs over the hills,
For they dance, and they dance, in the Eastern world
While humanity pays its bills.


The linnet, the lark, and the thrush may sing.
All for to crown us with a true spring,
All for to crown now the break of the day,
When millions of flowers were pass on our way.

The Seagulls

The seagulls sang in the sunlit sky,
Over the waves you could hear their cry,
Among the rocks and the seaweed tall


Bright angels stood at the break of the day
In a transparent mood and with joy they did say
"Let us stand with the cord and watch them go by
Let us stand o'er the hedge, and the pig in the sty"

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