The misty cold morning
The mists floating by in the sky
The lights seem cloudy but bright
The green leaves block the playful lights
The shadows on the ground
The patterns form but telling a story
Life can move but memories stay
When time to recall of the good old days
The whirring wind will cool it
Let the misty cold morning feel
On the ground the patterns form
Every shine a bright full day
The misty cold morning
The early rise the morning light
The eyes will see the mind will imagine
The good old days will light up the smile
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