I often wonder why they call mornings sunny,
When mornings are more nightly than night could ever be.
With the darkest hours and the bleakest dawns,
Why, morning is knightly indeed.
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Morning
I often wonder why they call mornings sunny,
When mornings are more nightly than night could ever be.
With the darkest hours and the bleakest dawns,
Why, morning is knightly indeed.
