Poem
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It comes with no surprise,
The warmth of the sunrise,
But it comes with no content,
What happens down at sunset,
When the air gets colder,
And the trees get older,
And the flowers sway to the song,
I also happen to notice,
The birds start to sing softer,
And in the distance,
You can hear the waves,
Splashing against the shoreline,
Rings of light,
Fill the sight,
Of the trees swaying slower.
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Blue Wave
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