The Dawn Wind
At two o’clock in the morning, if you open your window and listen,
Rudyard Kipling, The Dawn Wind
You will hear the feet of the Wind that is going to call the sun.
And the trees in the shadow rustle and the trees in the moonlight glisten,
And though it is deep, dark night, you feel that the night is done.
. . .
I gotta have my orange juice. 
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