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These Days
I've awaken!
The morning's broken!
My body, like burden,
Greets the sun again!
Looking through the meadow,
The street-lights--that are yellow
Confused the night of morrow
That the almighty bestow.
Fields of haze,
Blanketed by swirling craze
Tangle me into a maze;
---Marked by these days.
