As the sun kisses the dew-kissed grass,
And birds sing upon the cypress mass,
As the fog fades in the valley's hue,
And sunlight bathes each ridge and avenue,
As the wind dances with roses in the orchard's nook,
In ecstasy, both mortal and sordid took,
The dark facade of night gently ebbs,
As morning's beauty gracefully spreads its webs,
All this whispers to me of the love in your sighs,
And the flames that blaze in your captivating eyes.

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