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Dissolution of Mornings
Every morning when I rise
I look to the left and look to the right
To my dismay what do I see?
Not my prize!
The allegiance has come for me
With great hostility to be outright
I pick up that fallen star, hold it near
Cast a grain of salt over my shoulder
Accept that breath of air so divine
And endure my secret plight
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