Every Cock Must Crow
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Every cock must crow, to tell the dawn
That life as such surely must go on.
Sun and moon and day contain the sky;
Restless questions can’t tell us why.
Hopes and dreams carry us quite far,
From early light to the faintest star.
Earth-mixed colors in centrifugal womb
Are glories arrayed by time’s old loom.
Every cock must crow, to tell the dawn
That life as such surely must go on.
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