Now morning had broken,
Everything is exposed
Our Passion,
No longer enclosed.
The thousand twinkling,
and winking eyes,
Of the night,
To sleep, they have gone.
But now,
The birds sing a sweet song.
The grass,
Covered with a diamond-dew.
The flowers,
Rise their heads,
With the sun.
The night is gone,
All is new.
A warm rain,
Will soon fall from the sky.
The sprits,
Tenderly kiss the earth,
Goodbye.
Morning has broken,
Sweetly,
And I think I'll stay with you
Oct 29, 2011
Oct 29, 2011 at 5:55 PM UTC
Now morning had broken,
Everything is exposed
Our Passion,
No longer enclosed.
The thousand twinkling,
and winking eyes,
Of the night,
To sleep, they have gone.
But now,
The birds sing a sweet song.
The grass,
Covered with a diamond-dew.
The flowers,
Rise their heads,
With the sun.
The night is gone,
All is new.
A warm rain,
Will soon fall from the sky.
The sprits,
Tenderly kiss the earth,
Goodbye.
Morning has broken,
Sweetly,
And I think I'll stay with you
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