Dawns answers gently, the night’s lonely cry
Spilling like tears on the sill,
Whispering melodies yet to be sung,
And you are the reason morning has come.
Say Cheers...
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Ideas are clean. They soar in the serene supernal. i can take them out and look at them, they fit in books, they lead me down that narrow way. and in the morning they are there. Ideas are straight-- But the world is round, and a messy mortal is my friend. Come walk with me in the mud.
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