As day begin to gently
ride away on a cloud
and the sun
going to rest
bid ye moonlight
and dear stars come out
Keep me company
as i lazily crawl out
of bed to begin
my own day
Cricket's and Toad's
your solorious music
be food to my weary spirit
and my loud breathing,
the pumping blood in my heart
be my consciousness
this is my dawn
lite by star's
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