Like a sunrise born,
warmth pierced through
the air that held the cold,
fell upon a heart
and turned it gold.
warmth pierced through
the air that held the cold,
fell upon a heart
and turned it gold.
The river envied
the droplets of dew,
silent yet precious,
attracts more than a few!
I walked barefoot
to embrace the sunrise:
like a sunrise born,
'twas love that pierced through!
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