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Morning Glory
On that day my soul grew awakening
I was a future and you a cockcrow
I was a reorientation and you a sunrise
I was a hopefulness and you a paroxysm
Ah, distinctly I was awaking
The antemeridian alarm anticipating
And the dawns never rousting
And so you came gently chattering
My mind always strays to rises
© Rising Darkstar