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Morning light spills soft and slow,
A tender kiss on earth below.
The world awakens, bathed in gold,
A silent story, fresh and bold.
It dances on the dewy grass,
A fleeting moment, gone too fast.
In every beam, a promise new,
Of hope and dreams breaking through.
Birds sing their hymn to greet the day,
While shadows gently drift away.
Morning light, a gentle hand,
Guiding us to where we stand.
In every dawn, a chance to start,
With open eyes and open heart.
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