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Riff on Clare’s Original

 Where is the sun when I arise?
 I want some bird to sing
 To dream her song in sleep’s demise
 Each dawn is a birth
 For a moment’s ease, ceased burden
 The night’s release, unwelcome
 I love the sun, the beckoning glow
 That enriches everything
 It enjoins everything below
 Like swallow’s spiralled wing
 A motion magical, in flight,
 A glimpse and then, a parting light

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