Good morning
I'm up before what the sun can bring
Early morning
And everyone like a shiny thing
All my Angels
Appear before my window saying
"Good morning"
In my good morning
Good morning
I feel before my thoughts all spring
Am I conscious or
Is this my unconscious being
No more like a dream
Than a God before my conscience saying
"Good morning"
In my good morning
Good morning
I'm up before what the sun can bring
Early morning
And everyone like a shiny thing
No more like a dream
Than a God before my conscience saying
"Good morning"
In my good morning
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