DAWN

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Written By Sunday Oghayei

The early light beckoned
The early bird echoed
Souls roused, hopes reborn...

To learn, fail and succeed
To fall, rise and ascend
From the dust and mire of yesterday...

To run the course
To beat the gun
All will be won,
At the break of dawn...

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