
With golden rays that warm the earth,
The sun bestows its daily birth.
A fiery heart that lights the sky,
It paints the dawn as night slips by.

With golden rays that warm the earth,
The sun bestows its daily birth.
A fiery heart that lights the sky,
It paints the dawn as night slips by.
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I like your poems - However, Vocal has a label to be applied to AI generated content…it seems to be such.