Where does the morning hide its gold
before the sun unfolds?
Where do dreams go when we wake,
and who keeps what they take?
What hums beneath the city’s roar,
a song we can’t ignore?
What stirs the heart to start anew,
and who whispers, it’s you?
Who names the stars when night begins,
and what forgives our sins?
Where does love rest when it’s through—
and who remembers who?

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