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[00:41.19]She comes riding early in the morning round
[00:48.14]About quarter to seven
[00:53.61]No one's ever out at that hour
[01:00.59]With eyes that see her touch the morning flowers secretly
[01:10.36]And the leaves slow their commotion
[01:20.53]And great trees gently sway
[01:25.72]Like an ocean on a still day
[01:31.14]And raising, raise their arms to the sun
[01:41.58]Who announces the day has begun
[01:48.54]At eight frames a second
[01:52.18]And velvety shadows in the steamy meadows
[01:56.74]Are changing colors so softly
[02:04.24]With care the sun puts color in his joint
[02:12.89]And rises to inspect his masterpiece this morning so perfect
[02:22.79]And as she rides through gold and silver miles
[02:33.65]Only the sun is sure what it is that she smiles for
[02:45.64]She leaves with no sign of what she has done
[02:54.11]Though her morning ride's known by everyone
[03:01.23]I'll tell you her name when it's done