Morning Sun

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This night grows long without your smile
I may tired but nay, I wait
For my time to see your face and bask in your beauty
Though, oh sigh
You escape my lips
Make me tire more
I swore to meet your early
But I may yet fail, oh sigh
To slumber it to miss you,
Yet again, my one and only friend
So wish me luck to stand and fight
Till the sinking night ends.
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