Wake up! Wake up!
The light comes!
The world keeps turning round.
The flowers yawn and birds complain
In floods the dawn, Sun's amber mane
Spills golden light from molten veins
It warms the flesh and feeds the grain
Wake up! Wake up!
The beehive hums!
A new King Day is crowned!
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