Fresh Morning Fresh Love
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Anil Kumar Panda
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The morning wind comes blowing
Over valleys and meadows and plains
The sun appears from behind the clouds
And birds hop in the barns to pick up grains
You come out to meet me as dew
Drops play on grasses in the cool hours
I wait for you to show my love and adorn
Your dark hair with the morn's fresh flowers
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