Rising early to watch the dawning of a new day.Antisipation, as the sun rises from the distant hills. Nothing to do or say.Harvest like the reaper, Get your fill. Now the warmth of the sun curesses my face. When it is all said and done we all have our own place. For we have the day, and yes we also have the night. Everything gonna be alright. I didn't come to learn and I don't know how to love. Yet somehow I yearn. For the light from above. I'm just dirt the kind you feel under your feet. To feel like you're somehow better.Like me you're somehow beat. All in the letter. All in the letter.The last letter....
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