THE CHILL
The chill of the dawn
Is being raped by sunlight
As it strokes the early dew
Blades of grass glisten
There's a skylark, listen
The curtain on the day was drew
Jagged edge of the yellow
Cruising along the sky
With tinted lens I view
The morning is sweet
I step out alone
When the world was fresh and new
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