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Hold me, dear, in the sunrise.
Have a slow morning of burnt toast
and watered-down coffee.
Dance with me to the swaying melody
of the early birds
calling out to lost travelers.
Add some sugar to your coffee,
follow the twitters and tweets,
and put some honey on the toast.
It’ll all be okay
by the clucking of the chickens,
the smell of drying lavender,
and the warmth of your arms.