Ah, the dawn breaks, fresh, soft and new.
Ah, the dew beads on morning's hue.
Ah, the birds begin to sing.
Ah, the breeze lilts joyous for what day will bring.
Ah, the sun climbs up ever so high.
Ah, its warmth and glow caresses the sky.
Ah, the flowers open up wide,
Ah, their beauty is amplified
Ah, the moon's a silver...
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