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Good morning, sir, Morning-morning, The morning joggers in the Bermudas Going, The youngish-youngish, stylish-stylish With the golden frame specs And golden brown hair Jogging and going, Young not, but painted and dented, The men in the fifties.
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Thank you, Aparna for the excellent visual.
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Thank you, Bijay babu for joining the morning chant. Very apt comments, dear sir.
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Morning serenade quiet Breaking into ripples of bird songs, Hermits to take a plunge Into the water bodies With Hari Om, Hari-Hari, The world arising and awaking And the dawn light glistening over.
Now it is time to say, Suprabhatam, Good morning.
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