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I see visions just on the edge of my conciousness It's more a feeling I feel trees all around I feel a slight coolness in the early morning air I slowly cross the wooden floor in my long flannel night shirt and wollen socks sipping a steaming cup of coffee I open the slidding glass door and enter into the beauty and knowingness of nature She speaks truth to me I feel her in all that I see I feel the sun upon my face Oh, glorious morning it is good to be alive I feel surounded by love and peace |
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