When sleep ends and…
When you wake me in the morning
and you watch me yawn,
the sheets are clouds,
your face the sun,
The placid rain,
and grey warm day
no better could’ve begun.
When sleep ends and…
When you wake me in the morning
and you watch me yawn,
the sheets are clouds,
your face the sun,
The placid rain,
and grey warm day
no better could’ve begun.
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