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Early Morning

Don't talk.
Look at the sky,
Hear the cock.

By the big rock
The ground is dry.
Don't talk.

There is a hawk
Hovering in the sky.
Hear the cock.

He knows the mock,
For he can't fly.
Don't talk.

Throw your locks
Off your ears and eyes.
Hear the cock.

As we sit by the rock,
Feel your thoughts fly.
Don't talk,
Hear the cock.

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