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I must first sing.
I must sing with the rising sun,
The first light of day,
And sing with the morning breezes,
Sing with the birds,
And the busyness of my neighbors.
I must sing with children playing,
And with the barking dogs,
With the world as it rotates,
Through the day,
With the hopes and dreams of humanity.
I must sing as families,
Come home together and eat dinner,
And sing with the setting sun,
And sing with the stars and moon,
And with the sleeping.
I must sing,
To find a poem.
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