The crack of dawn, the start of a day,
will I be the same as I was yesterday?

Will my truths that were meant to be so sure
be as I was so convinced they were?

Or will every thing be changed
and my self be re-arranged.

By the tone of a lonely night,
what words took away my fright?

Of all that I was and ever am,
or will different words begin again?

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