Morning ringing, morning defiant,
Life is real and not feigned.
Sun to future pleasures rolls
Somewhere luck in the warmth of his hiding.
Somewhere successes and aspirations of the new,
Somewhere hopes almost weightless.
Sky blue. And in the eyes of reflection,
As if to mark the fate of luck.
All we have established, all you get,
Morning - always change for the better.
Tart, sleepy, sweet, bodroe-
Let's not morning, and life will be good!
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