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41.The Morningofa Southern City
The morning ofa southern city
A thousand miles away.
I am a stranger and feel cold air,
Yet the welcoming smile of a friend
Quickly brings the warm air of spring.
Sending away his darling,
He calmly walked on the verge of loneliness.
His smile is like the brilliant light ofa pearl.
Which has overcome all pains.
In the morning.
Between the trees and plants ofthe garden,
The sun visited us, smiling brightly.
Dark shadows are lifted and dispersed
And I see the bright smile ofa friend.
It is the lily of resurrection morning.
In the midst of darkness and sorrow.
He sings of hope andjoy.
He is truly a watchman who breaks the dawn.
1/17/2015(After visiting a missionary friend).
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