I felt the day closing in
As the night went away
Old dreams in twilight spin
Till they meet first of day
Quietness of the season
Holding its breath when awake
There's freshness in its reason
That the morning will take
Every day is the same
Only new dawn is different
In its glow blue reddish flame
And the whitish out bent
Cloud to cloud drifting high
With their many ways to give
In the awakening of each why
That every day shall live
Yesterdays is old news
Nothing more to wake the senses
As they dance together cues
Fill with answers every tenses
Hypnotize with wintry strings
Songs to entertain the awaken
When glow from dawn brings
Spectrum shades from dark taken
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