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Oh, comes the morning |
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The sun is still yawning |
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The light has brought day to us here |
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As the breeze summons buds on the trees to reappear |
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Oh, it's the morning |
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Warm rays are a-falling |
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Through the leaves with fresh dew on their face |
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Ever moving to find the right place to catch the sun |
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Oh, it's the morning |
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Rearranged through the dawning |
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In the mist slowly stirring the ground |
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Lonely feelings with grease-paint and saw-dust all around |
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Don't take me for what I am worth |
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We can make it if only my feet can touch the Earth |
