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As i awake to the rising sun Peeked through the blinds I heard a longing for sight A curiosity of view As the orange lite sky Awaits my eye For a new day has come A new life arrived My beating soul strives Just as the rising sun Has shown itself to me I now see The self that is to be You are now free Come to the
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Jul 9, 2014
Jul 9, 2014 at 4:21 PM UTC
Goodmorning Sun
As i awake to the rising sun Peeked through the blinds I heard a longing for sight A curiosity of view As the orange lite sky Awaits my eye For a new day has come A new life arrived My beating soul strives Just as the rising sun Has shown itself to me I now see The self that is to be You are now free Come to the
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Jul 9, 2014
Jul 9, 2014 at 4:21 PM UTC
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