Dawn comes and I awaken, wondering
At this joy that follows hard behind
The firing hilltops, chasing pondering
Stars, and this laughter praising the kind
Gods. A thought -- the reason for all mirth:
That, today, we celebrate your birth.
At this joy that follows hard behind
The firing hilltops, chasing pondering
Stars, and this laughter praising the kind
Gods. A thought -- the reason for all mirth:
That, today, we celebrate your birth.
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