Morning,
Good morning,
So full of serenade
To be seen everywhere,
A world awaking,
Awaking and arising from,
Shaking off dormant slumber
And discarding,
Morning,
Good morning,
So full of serenade appalling,
Benumbed silence,
A special solitude, strange quietude
Refreshing us.
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