I feel the wind upon my face
And brightness of the morning sun
I taste the sweet of the morning dew
And in all I hear a song
The end of the night has come
The air clear, crisp to the lung
We breathe and we rise
Like a flower in bloom
And the wind carries me on
It plays it's tune to me
As it I were a bird in flight
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With brightness of morning sun the bird takes flight. Like a flower life blooms. This is amazing and mesmerizing definitely...10
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