The blooms in the dawn,
Blue sky and green grassy lawns,
And the fiery sun.
The sound of the waves,
The smell of the hay,
Tinkle of raindrops,
At the sea side bay.
I see the twinkle of the stars,
I witness the newborn hour,
A time that will never return,
Is that midnight sour-
Confused if to enjoy the past,
Or think of the troubles descending the dark.
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