The shining sun over the hill
as i sit up from my bed
my room does it fill
a single tear do i shed
for the beauty of light
beyond the window sill
behold what a sight
as i stand still
the flowers bloom
the grass is green
to bad to fast its over soon
that wonderful scene
soon comes the stars
as we all say goodnight
dreaming afar
waiting for the days next sight
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