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and raked through her golden hair
like a comb
The sunrise colored, flushed
Like the pink of her blush
The water shone in the morning sky
Like the twinkle in her merry eye
The fairy rose
Her movement as soft and meaningful as a beautifully written piece of prose
And she looked at the lovely sky
Bathed in sun rays
And smiled while she said,
“It’s a beautiful day”
