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The morn’s rays, so bright its blaze
Come calling, shrill, at the window sill
And I listen to the words, of them beautiful birds
As I mash my eyes, willing myself to rise

The crow, he caws, like kitten’s paws
Razor sharp in play, yet cute in its own way
The sparrows, they twitter, and butterflies flutter
And the dewdrops glisten, as I just listen

To the morning, its chorus, a beautiful song
And I wish I could listen to it all day long
But the hours burn on, and temperatures rise
And mankind goes on, like the sun in the skies…