Just before dawn,
When the sound of a lonesome car
Fades into the distance;
The owl goes quietly to bed
And the first morning bird
Begins his song.
Just before dawn,
When the dark night shadows
Begin to fade
And watery colours wash the world;
When the morning dew
Sends her leafy scents
Through your window.
Just before dawn,
Before the sun peeks bright
Into the day;
All is calm, cool and quiet.
There's a serene elation,
A seeming perfection.
Just before dawn,
Before the chattering voices
Begin their busy day;
Wrapping themselves
In importance and frustration.
Just before dawn,
It's hard to believe
In hatred and war.
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