The morning sun rode bright and strong in the bluest sky that was ever seen.<\/p>\n
The gentle breeze blew through the leaves of summertime in glorious green.<\/p>\n
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The sweetest tunes of songbirds rang through rolling hills and meadows gay.<\/p>\n
Rivaled by the melodious sound of children laughing while at play.<\/p>\n
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A day of promise, of things begun; a day when all the world seemed new.<\/p>\n
Yet in the shadows where no one saw, a raven over a hilltop flew.<\/p>\n
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On a branch it perched looking over its prize, knowing the time to feast was near.<\/p>\n
The world was drunk on beauty and joy; and as I lay dying, there was no one to hear.<\/p>\n
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The silvery moon graced the starlit sky, as exquisite day became heavenly night.<\/p>\n
And as lovers enveloped themselves in sweet bliss not a soul, not a one sensed something not right.<\/p>\n
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On the day that I left, the world carried on.<\/p>\n
Never scathed, never changed, never ceasing its song.<\/p>\n
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