We Rise: A Tribute to Maya Angelou
As the cool still breath of morning is not yet pierced by the caged bird's song
As the fury of the morning's rat race to work has not yet resumed
As the last stars of the pristine black night give way to the brightness of the sun
As the sound of the last perk in the coffee pot echoes in our sleepy ears
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