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Nov 2012
Will you love me in the morning my dear
When the sun breaks the sky, soft chirps we hear
Morning air crisp and fresh
My arm draped over your chest
The dew on the grass glistens, dancing in the sun
The night we had filled with laughter, wine and fun
This spark we feel slowly warming
So will you, love me in the morning
Desiree Schort
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