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MORNING
Arise, Arise,
Be gone the night,
And give the Dawn,
Its morning light.
The morning rays,
Like rooster crows,
Awake the farmers,
To their cropping rows.
Give us day,
And daily blessed,
Before you travel,
To settle West.
The flowers tilt,
To face the East,
They yearn for substance,
That will never cease.
Arise, Arise,
Oh how you burn,
And give the world,
Yet another turn.
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"Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference." - Robert Frost
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