From high upon a shelf of treasured books,
He took a tome of pages wrapped in silk,
Its edges tinted with a trace of gold
A manuscript with maps of all the world.
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The gift comes wrapped in mortal threads,
To spend the years allotted them,
In quiet peace or frequent pain
Together doing what they deign.
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The morning sun lights up the tops of trees
And spreads the lovely lawns with misty dew,
As mother nature slowly stirs itself,
To arouse a world of beauty and despair.
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