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Dawn

I see my life through the morning mist of the woods.
My heart beats as I move through the dirt.
The river flows softly as the fish swim by.
The deep feeling of the Dawns warmth feels warm and safe.
A deer runs by as I step on to the ground.
The mist surrounds me as I walk through the wooded trees.
I hear nothing but the wind as it blows through my hair.
That is the feeling of the Dawn’s Love.