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Sunshine
heaven's voice
A
sunshine ray of brilliant light
Wakes
me in the morning of this
night.
A
chilling breath of cooling
wind
Blows
down on me, most unkind.
A
raucous voice of horrible
ring
Throws
me, from my sleeping.
A
musty smell of many
full beds
Tells
me that: 'the
day's ahead'.
And
so I slowly
dress myself
And
think, of
my little
worldly
wealth.
Wetting
my face
with cold
clear
spray
And
carefully
brushing
cares
away.
Running
a
buzzy
implement
across
My
face,
as
I
feel
my
sense
of
loss.
Thus
I
look
to
that
gaudy
heaven
And
wonder:
'when
I
shall
be
given?'
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