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Wind outside so soft,
Hinting early spring,
My mind still half dreaming,
I could hear it whispering my name,
The dawn was coming quickly,
It was time for me to rise,
But morning is blind...
The light poured in through the windows,
So gentle and unassuming,
The birds outside chirped their happy little songs,
I laid so still,
Listening,
Breathing in the cool air,
But morning is Blind...
I know that it is a new day,
Just like these birds,
Just like the waking forest,
And whatever happened yesterday is done,
It is time to spread my wings,
And forget days long gone,
To make something of today,
And my life from here on,
Because morning is blind,
So beautifully blind,
To all the things that happened in my yesterdays...
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