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Rise up, rise
up,
And, as the trumpet blowing
Chases the dreams
of men,
As the dawn glowing
The stars that left
unlit
The land and water,
Rise up and scatter
The dew that covers
The print of last night's lovers
-
Scatter it, scatter it!
While you are
listening
To the clear horn,
Forget, men,
everything
On this earth newborn,
Except that it
is lovelier
Than any mysteries.
Open your eyes to
the air
That has washed the eyes of the stars
Through all the dewy night:
Up with the light,
To
the old wars;
Arise, arise!
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