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Sun Showers us with,
Rays of light.
Treasures of beauty,
In the morning sight.
Stars shine, Blossoms
Make breeze as fragrance.
Moon as milky white,
Millions of beauty on Earth.

This is not the one,
That we have created.
This is the one,
That we are blessed.

No longer we can see these miracles,
Inhale the fragrance, enjoy the beauties.

This is not the one,
That we are blessed.
This is the one,
That we are cursed.