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Long before the break of day,
darkness all around,
stillness to the air,
silence can be found.
Slowly comes the morning,
song birds start to sing,
the symphony begins.
First light is now past,
the star of yellow, orange, gold,
shows its radiance,
in the eastern sky.
To see and be a part,
of this newborn day,
and hopefully cherish,
what's before me now.
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