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Rising Sun | ||
| Quietly the dawn is probing Through the canopy of green. Once again the sun is rising, Happy to be felt and seen. Every day it does its duty, Not forgetting to appear. Does it know its latent beauty, Coming back from year to year? 'Tis a miracle of science That it never fails to shine. It is happy with compliance, Never straying from what's fine. | ||
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