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I’ll dip the skies in orange glow,
Speak forth the articles of dawn;
I’ll wake the morning with my flow,
Roll back the dark side of the horizon.
I’ll pierce the clouds with fingers of light
Shot from my corner of the earth.
I’ll rip apart the shroud of night;
Break the day like palm kernel shell.
I can see things clearly now.
My joy flows totally out of bounds.
My hands have worked my waking
Into the new day I’m breaking,
I’m turning the rain to the drain.
Kneading pregnant clouds to change,
But I brought the sun into my night;
Traded several dusks for one shine.