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Morning Sun | ||
| Morning sun upon the rock, Moving slowly with the clock, Highlights facets one by one Till at last they all are done. Every ridge awaits in line For the time when it will shine. Patiently it takes its turn, Waiting for some sun to earn. People, too, must often wait For the sun that is their fate. They will have their chance to shine If they only stand in line. | ||
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