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MORNING STAR
Changing seasons hark new beginnings,
Like the shoots of tender plants on a Spring morning.
One plant dies, another grows.
One door shut, another opens.
Every last respiration gives...
Changing seasons hark new beginnings,
Like the shoots of tender plants on a Spring morning.
One plant dies, another grows.
One door shut, another opens.
Every last respiration gives...
