In the morrow’s light,
Will the night’s fright
Disappear like the pale moon light ?
With the dawn of the new day
Bringing with it winds that cause the daffodils to sway
Will you find your own way?
As the sun crest on yonder hill
The heat aiming to wittle down your will
Will you stop your journey and stay still?
Twilight shrouds the world anew
As the night wind quietly blew
Will you be able to find that you grew?
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