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When night fades away

And the moon is grey and old

Magenta skies rise

With a sun painted gold

Oh, how a hot ball of fire

Miles away in space

Can look so very magical

When it's light shines on your face

There are flowers ripe for picking

And I'd clear this field for you

I'd make you a crown of daisies

And a bracelet of roses, too

The sky is painted with colors

While the sun continues to rise

And the last few remaining stars

Vanish as the night dies

My body aches with drowsiness

But I'd rather be dead than sleeping

Because I have nightmares of losing you

So I'll spend my nights daydreaming

I'm terrified, I can't get sleep

Tomorrow could bring bad news

It could prick me like a thorny rose

Print on us like tattoos

Cut my tongue off and throw it away

If I ever lie or break a promise

Because I don't even trust myself

I'm not worthy, to be honest

Not worthy enough to be loved

But if this is love, then I found it

And I promise my unworthy soul

That I love you 3,000

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