DROPLETS OF MORNING
BREEZE FROM LEAVES
SWEET BIRDS THAT SINGS
HAPPY FACES SEES
PARADISE, IS IT? HOW GRATEFUL SHOULD BE
BUT MAYBE NOT FOR ME
DAYS SEEMS DECADE, AYE!
RUSTED MIND, RUSTED THOUGHTS
I AM LEARNED, IT SAYS
SO BE NOT DISMAYED, SHE SAYS
SWEET BIRDS THAT SINGS
HAPPY FACES SEES
PARADISE, IS IT? HOW GRATEFUL SHOULD BE
BUT MAYBE NOT FOR ME
DAYS SEEMS DECADE, AYE!
RUSTED MIND, RUSTED THOUGHTS
I AM LEARNED, IT SAYS
SO BE NOT DISMAYED, SHE SAYS
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