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Bird-songs lace the dawn’s soft hush; Green leaves tremble with each bright trill; Beyond the trees, tires sigh and rush; Distant wheels, while morning holds us still.
By CSBBird-songs lace the dawn’s soft hush; Green leaves tremble with each bright trill; Beyond the trees, tires sigh and rush; Distant wheels, while morning holds us still.