The morning
seems beautiful,
when a bud
when a bud
turns into flower.
The good enjoys
own dignity,
and the evil
and the evil
looses its power.
When a lyric
flows on rhythm,
Fragrance smells
Fragrance smells
like shower.
Everything is
nice and so cool,
where are you
where are you
to feel this hour?
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