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Before the sun has risen today,
My feet and pavement run the way,

Mirrors and moon guide the path,
Muscles burning, hope to last,

Before the day has opened anew,
I have laced up my running shoes,

Cold and darkness cover abound,
Peace and tranquility here is found,

The only sound from buds in ear,
No one awake, nothing to fear,

Sweat dripping from forehead and brow,
Finish the run, take the bow,

Up the stairs and onto the shower,
For this I awake in the early morning hour,

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