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In the darkness of the night, by candle and the pale moon's light, Under the heavens and universe ,I lay on the ground feeling the worst. Sending to heaven a deep sigh, "woe is me" and I begin to cry. I lay, Staring up at the sky, I lay wondering "why?" The winds fall upon the earth like grace. Gently, do they kiss my face. The dancing trees begin to moan, How come I, sourronded by such beauty, feel so alone?
The bird begins his morning flight, the wind a'howls with all its might. The autumn leaves russel as they slip past me, all the while I'm grateful that I am free. Nature's music sings, the streams divide. I stare , and know that I am alive.The sweet aroma I take in with each breath. I am truly alive now, no bitter taste of death. What are mortals that thee pertect with great care? Each moments graces leave me aware, of undieing love, a greater beauty. I am thankful to thee, who loves me.
The bird begins his morning flight, the wind a'howls with all its might. The autumn leaves russel as they slip past me, all the while I'm grateful that I am free. Nature's music sings, the streams divide. I stare , and know that I am alive.The sweet aroma I take in with each breath. I am truly alive now, no bitter taste of death. What are mortals that thee pertect with great care? Each moments graces leave me aware, of undieing love, a greater beauty. I am thankful to thee, who loves me.
