Will there really be a morning?
Is there such thing as day?
From the mountains, I could see it.
If I were tall, as they?
Has it skin like Lilles?
Has it breath, like honey?
Is it brought from Olympus, in Greece?
Of which I have never been.
Oh, thy lone warrior!
Oh, thy lone bard!
Please tell a little word?
Where the place called morning, lies.
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