The sun rose, and it bathed the land in warmth
The sun rose, and it bathed the land in warmth The birds chirped, and the people woke to a new day But one still lay, face pale and drawn, but with a smile of peace Crumpled paper lay across the floor And the computer clicked, not used to being alone.
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