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In the morning light of the rising sun I feel the warm rays charge my life

Breathing the fresh dew-filled air refreshes my soul, welcome

Hearing the gentle whispers of the wind caresses my mind

Fulfilled at the smell of roses so soft to see, and touch, I feel

saved, I am saved, saved and free

In the shade of night a rose withers among a stolen dream

Inhale the cold and the stale, deplete my forgotten deeds

In enchanted silence we fall deaf within our cries

The acrid stench of death is me, to fall, to dust

gone, I am gone, gone and free