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Dawn opened my window, came into my room stumbling,
Sent my alphabet block dream castle crumbling,
Fumbling for the light switch, singing in the pitch with the lark.
She moves slow and graceful, pulling the stitch that holds me to the dark.
I stood stark and bare against the morning like a babe,
The cool air bewildering, like freedom on a slave.
I was saved, beyond all reckoning or repair.
She moves slow and graceful, killing with kindness the nightmares.
