Morning's broken,
left the dream unspoken.
Touched by the morning breeze,
flip my body to squeeze.
I open my eyes,
command my awareness to rise.
Pour a glass of wine,
welcoming the sun that shines.
I fill the empty plate,
it’s a moment to celebrate.
People it’s time for me to say,
have a great day to play.
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It supposed to be my rhyme tomorrow morning.
But now i'm confused will the bell still ringing.
For now everything is blurry.
And i feel no more merry.
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