Morning comes
With the rise of the sun The day begins When the next one is done The pinks and the purples Pause time for a moment Even when you don’t want to You just have to condone it The world revolves With the bad and the good Someone will teach you What no one else could And in the end When all is done You’ll look for your ships And find not a one They’ve sailed to the East And they’ve sailed to the West And they have left you Where you will do best |
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