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And I opened my eyes,

A virgin sun did bleed,

On to sheets of pure white,

I blinked – and it did sleep.

 

And I opened my eyes,

A summer sun did dance,

Upon youthful pleasures,

I blinked – and colours spun.

 

And I opened my eyes,

To the usual sun,

The same as yesterday,

I blinked – and nothing changed.

 

And I opened my eyes,

A knowing sun did warm,

My tired eyes did weep,

I blinked – and it did cease.

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