How pure is the morning dew
April is a lake of hope and shade
I'm a boat that hasn't set sail
Lie still on the shore
The breeze is playing the joy of happiness
There is light and beauty here
And let me sleep quietly
Enjoy the final tranquility
The blue dream surrounds the deep lake
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The sweet mood is changing slowly
This is how my flowing thoughts gradually become poems
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