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Sun is rising in the meadow…

Sun is rising the in meadow,
Daylight streams in like a crowd;
Shadows grow from off the hay bales,
Smell of ground that’s freshly plowed

Silence broken here and there with
Roosters crowing lustily:
Sun is rising, life’s renewing
All is well,
Save you

And me

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