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Jul 4
Morning  lent
A gentle hand
And wakening
A sleepy dawn

Spreading life
All trough out  
The land with  
It's early song

As rays of sun
From  horizon
Start to spread
Across the sky

To bring about
The new dawn
With a passing
Of dark night

my soul roams
Into a meadow
Across a silent
Running brook

Into the vortex
Of my dreams
As I lay in bed
Sound a sleep
Written by
Trinidad Apodaca
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