It's nice being out in the morning,
When the sun has not yet appeared;
The air and scents of the early hours
Of night-time have not yet cleared.
There's hardly a sound of traffic,
Disturbing the quiet of the scene,
And everything round seems rested,
And smelling fresh and clear.
But all too soon everything changes
The time is no longer dawn,
As the sun makes its appearance
A new noisy day is born,
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