All’s good, all’s well.
It’s the morning which suits me well.
The divinity brings me down,
To see what’s happening.
I take a look around,
And find everything.
What it is,
I won’t disclose.
Let it be,
So it be,
I may see it some other day,
Like rain,
Which is forecasted to fall.
But it stays afloat.
Adios!

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