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Softly falls the morning dew
Upon the grass, a gentle hue
The world awakens, slow and cold
As morning's beauty, begins to unfold

The sun rises high, its light so bold
A fiery blaze, that chases the night's cold
The birds take flight, their songs so sweet
As morning's magic, begins to meet

In this quiet hour, I find my peaceful place
A time to reflect, and let the heart's emotions space
The world's loud noise, it fades away
As I bask in morning's beauty, in a peaceful way.
Softly falls the morning dew Upon the grass, a gentle hue The world awakens, slow and cold As morning's beauty, begins to unfold The sun rises high, its light so bold A fiery blaze, that chases the night's cold The birds take flight, their songs so sweet As morning's magic, begins to meet In this quiet hour, I find my peaceful place A time to reflect, and let the heart's emotions space The world's loud noise, it fades away As I bask in morning's beauty, in a peaceful way.
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