Walk In The Morning
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The trills of the nearby stream
Flowing to the hills like a dream
Is so soothing to the ears
As I wake up in the early hours
The sound of flapping wings
To the tired mind it pleasure brings
As the sun rises in the east
And I take a walk through the mist
The touch of the cool wind
Like mother's love it is so kind
It tarries over the meadows
Caress my face and kisses my brows
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