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SUNRISE
To drink the cup of Faust, and find youth waiting,
To drink Lord Byron's cup, and find youth gone,
Or drink Christ's fearful cup of crucifixion,
Or Buddha's cup, that great renunciation—
To drink Lord Byron's cup, and find youth gone,
Or drink Christ's fearful cup of crucifixion,
Or Buddha's cup, that great renunciation—
I think that I would rather be this mountain,
Lifting my head, drinking the cup of dawn.
Lifting my head, drinking the cup of dawn.
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