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A triumphant sun reclaiming his pedestal
The impending majesty of
the next new dawn
Snatched from the hours we occupy still
One more temporary victory torn
From the clutches of night
In
our various stages
Of anger
Of delight
At the Midas of the ages
Igniting nature in the golden glow of creation
Reflected
in the faces of the immortal children
Twinkling eyes and smiling lips
Celebratory hops and skips
Oh, to be the child
again
When desires were innocent
When dreams were encouraged
Before patience were spent
Before love was discouraged
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