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The time before sunrise
Draws me gently toward it That quietest breath of morning Singing to me like a white bellbird With a song that dances quietly Through the spiral of All Time Air so full of potential Wanting nothing Save the quiet company Of my troubled soul We sit in silence The sky and I Moved only by lungs, heartbeat, Clouds and breeze As everything fills slowly With sunlight And my spirit fills slowly With ease.
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