We drink the sweet dew of morning call; 
feel the warmth of sunlight fall 
as heaven’s love shines bright 
above each waking head. 
Destiny watches closely at 
all who takes the morning bread. 
Hark; hear the melancholy tones 
of the birds revelry call 
to wake us once more 
from our sleepy head.
8 February 2011                
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