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04.30

Wake in the morning
Up with the birds
The peace and the quiet
No man disturbs
Head out the window
Fresh is the morn
Hear the dawn's chorus
A new day is born
The sun arising
The East ablaze
Spread o'er the valley
A mantle of haze
The hilltops afar
Like islands, appear
While off in the distance
The cock crow I hear
The sun by the hour
Lifts to the sky
The world, now awake
Till tomorrow, peace goodbye.

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