Oh what a perfect morning
Just passing through
The valley in the early dawning
Reds and pale yellow leaf hues
Insects in the bright meadow
Appearing out of hill shadow
Buttercup and clover
And low thorn bush cover
The slope and the pines
Keeping ancient time
With the Sun's clock
That awakens them from a dream
So shallow
Its dial winds and the birds awake
A brand new morning to make
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