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WITH YOU

THE SUN RAISES AND THE BIRDS SING.
I GET WOKE UP BY THE CLOCK RING.
BRECKFAST IS SIZZELLING , ORANGES ARE SQUEEZED, WHILE I PRAY FOR THANKFULLNESS ON MY KNEES.
ALLTHROUGH THE DAY AND ALL THROUGH THE NIGHT,
THOUGTHS OF YOU SHINE THE LIGHT ON A ONCE KNOWN HEART
THAT WAS LOST IN THE DARK,WITH YOU I SEE THAT NOW I AM FREE.

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If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

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