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Beneath the sky, so vast and bright,

I wander in the morning light,

Where clouds like whispers softly drift,

And azure dreams my spirits lift.

The sun ascends, a golden blaze,

It casts a glow on all it grazes,

While birds in graceful arcs take flight,

Their wings caressing dawn’s first light.

The sky, a canvas, ever wide,

With hues that change as hours glide,

From pink to blue to twilight's hue,

A masterpiece in constant view.

As day gives way to evening's kiss,

The stars emerge, a celestial bliss,

Each one a beacon, clear and true,

A guide for hearts both old and new.

Beneath this sky, with endless scope,

I weave my dreams, my joy, my hope,

For in its depths, both near and far,

I find my peace, my guiding star.

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