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This morning I sing of the sunrise.
As March approaches closer now.
Springtime flora whilst soon bud.
Mother adorns – fragrance bourn.
A colorful display lines walkways.
The evergreen yield their broach.
This morning I cherish new birth.
Of Mothers display on this earth.
Of warm sunshine distilling chill.
As March in iridescence appears.
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