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DawnSet


The wind smells like cut grass I taste a rainstorm in the air All life is green and silver The muddy earth soaks up my feet Scattered birds sing far away A peaceful orange sun glows Hovers over the mountain Across the river wide Through the forest trees Far past the mud And the cut grass in which I stand The calm fades into memory My eyes fall down and I am lost Is this the sunset or the dawn?
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