All The Days
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Sweet songs flow from foliage
Edge of the sky is dappled with crimson haze
Rooster under the tree merrily plays
Dancing ripples move ahead towards the bays
Birds shed plumes upon stacks of hays
Are the scenes that get replayed all the days
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