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From afar, the moon bowed in innocent grace,

Birds singing songs of life, in cheerful embrace

In rhythmic chirps, waking creatures stirred in place,

Bearing the essence of life, they sweetly traced.

The encroaching day, the sun relentless and near,

Chased the nocturnal bliss, a fleeting veneer.

For yet another dawn yields to daybreak cheer,

Night and dreams bid farewell only to welcome day, crisp and clear

Before daybreak, in the twilight's hush,

Nature stirs with a gentle rush.

Whispers of birdsong fill the air,

A symphony of awakening, beyond compare.

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