Yes, O light of dawn.
If I had wings, I yearn to soar with the angels.
Be miles from home and stranded in the sky.
O, there's a fog on the horizon,
Strange glow in the sky.
Nobody seems to know when thee had went forth,
Oh is it a dream?
My idle youth hath fleet.Yet I'm still dreaming through the twilight.
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