Something I can see slight; but never exists
What is it, I know it well;
But can't reveal, something; it is hell some thing it is hell
Less to see, Much to do
Oh! you say, who are you;
appal not, I'm muttering
It is dawn birds are chearping.
Before day or before nigh
Oh God who is God I might!
Get close and shine; none is brightget
Get eagle's fly, my sight is not a kite
Owl in a day; owl for a night
Morning again; thou I'm gonna mass
You do; what you do, huge or slight
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