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Of This New Day Part I

Of This New Day - Part I

Of this new day, what shall be made As quill glides over fields of white To rip up earth for seeds soon laid In hopes of crops and trees of might?

Oh cry my heart that time will yield If I but persevere this day With soul now sown into this field As red dusk skies retreat to grey

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