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Blue diamonds quivered
On the stalkes of green grass
As the suns bloody rays
Peeked for the first time.
The sounds of roosters,
Posing as self alarm clocks,
Awakening many from a deep sleep
The morning was beautiful
The sounds of animals were everywhere
As you look outside your window, you can see
The mystery that has gone on through the night
Leaving itself as a clue, on the grass
The smell of dew around





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