A gentle wind stirs the trees
Birdsong weaves a radiant chorus
Golden light spills through the branches
Morning opens with quiet promise
If I could change this moment
I would not dare
It is perfect as it is

A gentle wind stirs the trees
Birdsong weaves a radiant chorus
Golden light spills through the branches
Morning opens with quiet promise
If I could change this moment
I would not dare
It is perfect as it is
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