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Morning Grey

The semi-gloom of morning-grey beckons to me calls to me sings a song of maudlin-joy Bring to me a world of woes Show me mountains of despair, Rivers of desire, Pillars of shame and I will make them mine I will mold them I will shape them I will sing to them songs of joyful form & shape and from a grey non-hope will spring a living, loving green.