First Light
We knew the first dawn shining
on a strange dark April night.
We heard a herald chanting
this world into the light.
I'll work to keep the flowers,
I'll work to keep the thorn.
I'm waiting all my hours
for a beauty to be born.
We knew the first light shining
when a Spring rose by her right.
We heard an angel singing
a love to end the night.
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