Awake is the sun
Awake are you none
To bask in his rays
And now it is solitude that makes your water run
Oh Golden King of my Dream
When you come to me and you gleam
You speak the last words from my past
And my empty cup you redeem
Mine eyes cast so solemn fears
And so have heard mine ears
But do not bury them in The Earth
Where the blind and deaf they taunt for years
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Submission Name: don't bury me
