Dawn
When i woke up i did not think of the next day.
When he woke, it was to learn what i had to say.
What i had to say was of the day, but more so of the night.
On that night we would all march to fight.
Nothing to stand before us but bright, bright light.
Light of dawn there before us, just there before us.
A red one too.
The End
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Dawn, which
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