As the moon disappears
As the sun rises
The crisp frost on the grass sparkles
The breeze flows through the open window
The sun beams through the glass panes
And the shadow lies over the carpet
The smell of burnt toast fills the air
And the alarm clocks sings
The tune of a blackbird
All the signs of a new day
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