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Sweet notes caressed Awakening senses From deep damask’d sleep
Staccato alarm call strummed Jarring nerves Snagged silky night air
Pain padded stealthily Shadowing thought With black velvet wing
Distant birdsong lulled Lilting awareness Smoothed ragged-edged fear
Full-throated chorus Arousing hope welcomed A gold- lamé dawn |
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