With a little lamp by my side.
With a little book before my eyes.
The chirpings of the birds, I hear.
The whistle of the milk man, I hear.
From the window, where I am sitting.
I see my grandma knitting.
The world seems to be at peace.
As a cup of tea is seized.
The dance of colors is seen.
With the sun rising in the scene.
Beauty is everywhere, I thought.
As I see my horse in the field trot.
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