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THE WARM GOLDEN RAYS OF THE SUN SHINING SO BRIGHT
THE CLOUDS LIKE COTTONWOOL, SO FLUFFY AND WHITE THE SURROUNDING HILLS WITH SWIRLING MIST THE SPARKLING MORNING DEW JUST SUN KISSED THE RUSTLING OF THE LEAVES ON THE TREES SO TALL THE SWAYING OF THE BRANCHES AS IF ABOUT TO FALL THE UNISON BUZZING OF THE BEES THE SOFT WHISPERING OF THE COLOURFUL FLOWERS DANCING IN THE BREEZE THE GURGLING OF THE STREAM NEARBY THE SINGING OF THE SONGBIRDS AS THEY FLY THE RAINDROPS GENTLY FALLING TO THE GROUND THE GLOW OF THE MOON AND STARS ALL AROUND THE RISING SUN LIKE AN ORANGE BALL OF FIRE THE AFTERNOON SKY AT THE APPROACH OF DUSK IS SO MUCH TO ADMIRE THESE ARE THE GIFTS WE CHOOSE NOT TO SEE YOU WILL, IF YOU SET YOUR MIND, HEART AND SENSES FREE THESE ARE THE UNSEEN GIFTS WHICH THE BLIND YEARN YET WE TAKE FOR GRANTED WITHOUT ANY CONCERN
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