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Tender is the morn

That softly caresses
A blade of grass
With early dew

Tender is the wind

That subtle breeze
Awhirl in the air
Sending thoughts
Of you

Tender is the rain

That trickles down
Purging the anguish
Of the past

Tender is the night

That stars enrapture
Twinkling promise
You’ll return to me
At last

 

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