An Experience.
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Early morning of the day
When birds sings and prays the divine
The songs of prayers from temples
The sound vibrations from the bells
The rays spreads the kindness
The shower of little drops of rain
The manifestation of divine power
That I enjoy everyday, the morning
The sweet voice of rhythmical ever
There I surrender my feelings
May thee give me the happiness of life.
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