Oh my love is coming in apple red light!
The freshness opening in young dawn's sky
My purpose is being - in sight reading right
What I might see in the cloudlets there high
Young morn time without end - silences loom
Giving oblivion to the lost thoughts gone
It's of with its misty drifting far bloom
To carry my pondering - on and on
Beautiful morning I belong to thee
Strength driven forces giving me their call
With their winging throughout any doubts go
Feeling strangely with forces so free
Traveler along - what might there befall
With transformed fields in rosy silver glow
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