A Thing
There is ever a thing to do
For there ever will be no time savor
Like birds twitter in dawn praise
Ever intimated from within
And singing they stage ever
Not mindful what a brooding jeopardy waylay
It matters not what a future lay
For all known to them is surety,
What a beautiful dawn beckon
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