Cloudy Sunrise
I have seen the little children dream,
While floating in their boats down the stream,
Only to wake with tears in their eyes
At the dawn of the morning sunrise
As they find all’s not what it may seem.
To fantasies they say their goodbyes,
And let go of their reverie’s prize.
As night meets its end, this they may gleam:
Cruel to eyes is the morning sun’s beam.
So they pray for a cloudy sunrise.
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