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A sweet smell of grass I whiff through my window,
As the birds are chirping, a precious gift of the morning.
The branches of the trees that sway gently in the breeze
Are adorned with dew and the birds who are singing,
Good Morning! Good Morning!

I gently rise and dress in the sight of their plumage,
As cheerful melodies progress until about noonish.
I raise the window higher as my ears are treated
To the most stimulating awakening I’ve ever needed.
Good Morning!  Good Morning!

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