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Solitude
Solitude
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Whilst I lit the morning lamp,
the chirping birds chime holy chants
Aurora rushes in to brighten the damp
the soothing breeze dusts dew from plants
Moon disappears to herald the sun,
the cheerful butterflies hasten to kiss the grass
Cocks and hen run across the green carpet with fun
the warm rays spread the light of brass
The nature continues to bless in multitude
It fills my bosom with a blissful solitude.
