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Orange.
Pink.
Purple.
Indigo.
Birds sing of the sun's arrival,
Their triumphant chorus
Ringing through the night.
Slowly, slowly,
The light pushes back the night.
Keeping it at bay.
A bird flies across the beautiful sky,
Just above the horizon.
The fiery orange sphere
Rises into the vibrant shy.
It is a new day.