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I rise in the darkness
Bitterly cold
Ice on the puddles
A hiss on the road
Dawn paints faint light
Soft strokes of lilac and pink
On an indigo sky
And the glorious sun
Rising, cold and burning
And I'm flying with golden gulls
Into the biting breeze
Free to breathe this wakeful air
Filling my lungs
with the freshness of the freeze

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