It is time for the dew to fall
In the mornings and hang on
To the tip grasses to shine as
In the east it is time for the sun
To come out above the hills
And tearing through the cloud
The golden ray spreads across
The sky and grazes the ground
It is time for the dew drops
To melt as the light falls hard
With the soft wind blowing the
Sun starts its journey westward
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