Pitch black
no trace of sound
Earth spinning
soon sun comes around
Anticipation high
no baggage yet
Ready yourself
to place a big bet
The day's a blank slate
chose wise what to do
Make choices to please
not those'll cause blue
Board has been set
don't be a pawn
Be King for a day
from the Crack of Dawn
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