The sun had roll out quietly
From a pale-red cliffs
And a gatehouse, as a female elk,
Steped over the forest.
A dew on the grass glittered
A birds were singing in discord,
And a flowers in the grass woke up,
Flinging open an eyelashes to the world,
And my soul and body
Sang in this morning,
The whole earth is light and wise
For me, as a mother looked.
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