Triumphant hours are the Lark's
Who circles skywards from his home each day:
World's early riser, with bubbling golden song,
Towards the firmament, guardian of April's gate.
I never entertained the dreadful thought that my face was anything other than good and fair until, in an act of revelation, I picked up a mirror.
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