A Time of Day

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The days in the desert burn
like a fire in the forest,
The nights in this forest chill
like a glacier pressing through the mountains,
The mornings in the mountains soar
like a hawk in the blooming sky,
The evenings in the sky sparkle
like thousands of eyes watching over.





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