The sun rises in the east
Over the dew covered fields of green
Birds begin to sing as they sit upon the hill
The day for them has just begun
I was here hours ago
Minutes before the sun did rise
And hours before the deer does rise
I’ll be here until the sun sets
Waiting for something as hours do pass
As I walk back I wonder why I sit here
Under the November sky
 
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