Dawn in Vermont
The sun is rising mistily,
The valley fills with gold.
I lie and wonder sleepily
How many suns of old
Arose and filled the valleys
And lit each tree from tree
Along the forest alleys
And not a soul to see!
The valley fills with gold.
I lie and wonder sleepily
How many suns of old
Arose and filled the valleys
And lit each tree from tree
Along the forest alleys
And not a soul to see!
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