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My heart in the morning is a sweet little thing,
It rises with sunshine, and will timidly sing,
At noon she's ablaze with the force of the sun
On evenings folds weary, of a hard battle won
And under the stars, beneath twilight blue,
She flies free and wild, and happy, and true
The crocuses bloom again,
The silken violet reaches from the green,
Nestling its golden yellow smile for the sun,
Night is over! The last of winter's fingers fade,
And beneath the budding blossom shade,
The crocuses bloom again.
One morning,
When the sky seemed to be falling,
And rolled around the swirling grey fog,
I stepped out with my eyes, and saw
The most hopeful green peeking from the mud,
the rain poured into the rich earth,
The dark soil ready to take in more life,
It smelled alive, the rain tasted like hope
And that small green became the world
When I smiled at it, and it smiled back.
Sleepless nights, day dreamer see
What this world has been, could be:
Feel the sorrow, feel the rain,
Feel new hope be born again
Twelve seconds left
To fix the world.
Start from within,
The rest will follow.
The clocks tick;
One second past midnight,
But the darkness never fades.
Stars don't shine on monsters,
But the world turns on,
Waiting for dawn to come
The numbers change;
And it doesn't add up.
Change again.
The sun falls swift as an overripe cherry,
Lighter than air, it still laughs like a fairy
Warm and wet and juicy and red
Along the horizon it slowly spreads.
Tossing up splatter to stick to the clouds
Filling the sky, its sweetness astounds

Then washed away by crisp starry rain
Silvery ice that soaks through your veins.
And each sweet day, and every night
The lights fly away, and out of sight,
But surely my dear, to beautiful eyes
Sunset sweet always brings sunrise
Quicksilver screams shatter the night,
Blazing forth glory with all of its might
Rainbows of visions, and I without sight
Stare into the void, an inky goodnight.
Oh come to me
Sweet human child
In the water and the wild
Taste the berries picked with glee
Join the brazen revelry,
Turn back not,
Or be forgot,
Come to me, dear child.

Come this way
Oh Little one,
I'll break the rain to show you sun,
With the waves we sing and sway
And will take you far away
From your past
Your pain won't last
Come this way, my sun
Inspired by Yeats'  'the stolen child'
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