Who Knows (poem)
Who knows the colors of the morning’s sun
The blessings of a day about to glow
What blossoms are awakened mid its flow
What wonders are awaiting to be done
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Who knows the splendor which a dream may show
When all that really matters has begun
And passions lost within a heart are won
Who knows the meaning few will come to know
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They wake and sleep and stumble through their day
No shame it is so natural to do
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The crowd can often blanket our dismay
And shuffle off the hope of something new
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Who knows the path to ease us on our way
The knowledge sun and dreams are within you