The Painting of Time

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Hues of pink and orange painted the dark sky
Clouds glowed blue and gray, reminiscence of the darkness
Weak light warmed the crisp, cool air
Melting both hearts and frost
The choirs of nature sang to welcome the new age, the new beginning
Every one was different, bringing exciting new things
And it all began with the painting of the new day

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