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Boy, we seek for any
Child who, man, shall lift the sun
From the mists' dark hollow.
Goldilocks, if you're the one,
Lead us, and we follow!"

Now the ball has gone its track
To the farthest tether,
In a minute I'll wind back
Sun and you together.
Naked, star-eyed, you alight,
Your hot steed forsaking.
Well, good-morning! Day is bright.
Goldilocks is waking.