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Rated: E · Poetry · Fantasy · #154530

A beautiful morning...

I wake up, and the sun is beaming,
Smiling down from the sky.
The rolling hills are an amazing sight,
With nature's best nearby.

Yet I know, this will not last forever,
And the trees will soon disappear.
No more joy, no more happiness,
But I'll always hold the memory near.
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