A Little Box
A Little Box
Take your little box,
And put the sunrise in.
Over and over,
Fill it to the brim.
Gold hues spread
From edge to edge
Changing
Fleeing
Glaring overhead.
Take your little box,
and put the sunrise in.
To let it go
Without a chase
Would really be a sin.
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