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Ode to a Passing Dawn

Why look! See there; the dawning-sun;
A-shimm'ring red, and gold,
Planting diamonds in the clouds like
Jewelléd crowns of old?

Those clouds, they hold nothing but rain,
The sun, it burns my eyes.
Don't mock me with these jewels you see,
Alighting in the skies.

Oh why so bitter, dearest friend?
Can you not share with me
The celeste joys abound above,
That I am wont to see?

There is no joy; while it is day
And thus we're kept apart,
There's nothing in the heavens that
Can reconcile my heart.

That only we were able to sweep those clouds away,
And reach into the heavens, and douse the burning sun,
And meet under kind shroud of night, where finally we'd say:
"At last, the night has fallen! At last, we can be one!"
Misconducted
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