Awake

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Early I rise,
Unable to slumber,
My mind races,
A constant thunder.

As the sky grows light,
Golden hues ignite,
Blending into blue,
A beautiful view.

Awake at last,
As dawn breaks past,
My restlessness fades,
Uncertainty invades.

What will the day bring?
Only time will sing.

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