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Morning Mantra: Power trip

I shower me with love Nearly every given hour I lower me down this gove Soon bloom into a rare flower Be a sower's precious trove But I'll still want to rise higher So I start to scour the skies above And fall in love with a night flyer Won't cower beneath that cove Stare down fear to claim my power I tower high over its cave Sail past the skies on sheer willpower

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