I search through stacks of books
Panting, tired, worried
I wait for the rising sun,
Riding across the skies
To give some heat, some inspiration
But yet it was elusive
Seeming to change
With each new day
For when the sun came
It brought news of it
And before now in my search
I created a niche for some
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