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https://hullyjoe.com/andrew-hull/wp-content/uploads/2020/05/Moama.jpg800600At Three a.m. I woke again, these days I cannot sleep I carry through the dark hours the secrets that I keep Then wander through the morning And embrace the gentle dawning Knowing no two days are ever quite the same And as the fog is lifting And the early light is shifting The birds […]