Oh traveler from the dark
Sunshine that is coming in
Glowing with youngish spark
From clouds it has all been
Don't be gloomy or afraid of
That comes dazzling now
From breezing ways above
To the trees and lonely row
In the see-through depths
That brightly gaze new dawn
Morning coming footsteps
Lightening up my lawn
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