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In the morning,
In the morning I will rise,
Rise unto the dawn,
And with the dancing ribbons of light,
Ribbons of light,
Will the haunts be gone.II
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There’s silence in my room,
Reminding me to breathe,
Reminding me the world’s on fire
Everywhere but here,
And thought it burns in vociferous pyres,
In this silence there is nothing that I fear.III
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Shooting Stars
I walk along
A starry night
And point to him
A sudden light!
As if surprised
My friend looks up
Into the dark and cloudless sky
Where flashing by,
And breezing past,
A broken star,
A ball of ash,
And on a whim
I make a wish,
And then my friend
Pulls me close
To give a kiss.
IV
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In the dark and in the night,
In the moaning, whistling night
There’s the moon and there’s the stars;
There’s the shadows’ only light
A reflection, an explosion,
Reminiscing time gone by,
There’s the moon and there’s the stars
Slowly dancing in the sky.V
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Hazy,
Fuzzy,
Dreary,
Young blue eyes,
Staring at the gray trees
With dark patches,
Dark patches,
On their limbs.
Cut glass,
Concave,
In a frame,
A copper frame,
And,
Above those young blue eyes,
Eyebrows twitch
Skeptically.
Crisp,
Fresh,
Clear,
A thousand slender, tender, rushing
Leaves
Stroked by the warm breeze;
Droplets, Blue, lovely
Rainbow
Falling from the puffy
Clouds,
Bursting-!
Like the world’s on fire
Beautiful,
Perfect,
Incredible,
Incredible,
To me.
