Morning Dew
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The earth pours
All her woes
To the stars,
How her eons of toil
The earthmen spoil
She can’t as fast renew.
The stars burn
In her tragic yarn
Till the night pales,
Leave on her leaf
Their tears of grief
As the morning dew.
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