Sunrise

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Whispering willows swaying in the wind
As the sun awakens
As the dew covers the tips of the fields

Crickets cheerfully singing
Jumping around the meadows
Chasing the deer

And I myself am sitting here
Waiting for the sun
To turn into stars, and shine.





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