A gentle diffused light
larks flying up at a height;
the morning star, there's beauty there
the opening flowers up everywhere,
everything is fresh and new,
It makes me think of you...
The sun is up and high,
no clouds float in the sky,
the scortching heat,I wish to hide,
I want to run but the road's too wide,
Everywhere there's a palish hue,
It makes me think of you....
The darker twilight zone,
trail of the sun that shone
amidst all this I stand alone...
the stagnant breeze says "I know",
the majestic trees whisper and bow,
the silent waters fold and crease,
seems as if time has ceased.
This eternity says we'll make it through,
It makes me think of you.....
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