The Dawn Dorothy Mckellar
At the dawning of the day,
On the road to Gunnedah,
When the sky is pink and grey
As the wings of a wild galah,
And the last night-shadow ebbs
At the dawning of the day,
On the road to Gunnedah,
When the sky is pink and grey
As the wings of a wild galah,
And the last night-shadow ebbs
My Country Dorothy Mckellar 
I love a sunburnt country,
A land of sweeping plains,
Of ragged mountain ranges,
Of droughts and flooding rains.
I love her far horizons,
I love her jewel-sea,
Her beauty and her terror -
The wide brown land for me!
I love a sunburnt country,
A land of sweeping plains,
Of ragged mountain ranges,
Of droughts and flooding rains.
I love her far horizons,
I love her jewel-sea,
Her beauty and her terror -
The wide brown land for me!
| Sunrise 1770 Sunrise Norah Jones  | 
Sunrise
Sunrise
Looks like morning in your eyes
Sunrise
Looks like morning in your eyes
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| Sunset at Brooms Head Sunrise on the Hills Henry Longfellow  | 
I stood upon the hills, when heaven's wide arch
Was glorious with the sun's returning march,
And woods were brightened, and soft gales
Went forth to kiss the sun-clad vales.
Was glorious with the sun's returning march,
And woods were brightened, and soft gales
Went forth to kiss the sun-clad vales.
 Softly the evening came.
  The sun from the western horizon
   Like a magician extended his golden 
want o'er the landscape; 
Trinkling vapors arose;
 and sky and water and forest
       Seemed all on fire at the touch, 
and melted and mingled together 
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| Maroochy River | 
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| Fishing at Sunset | 
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| Viewing the Sunset | 
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| Airport Sunset | 







