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The only time the streets are paved with gold is when the sun rises-- poor Dennis feels rich old Marlys feels young everything slow seems worth waiting for. The birds fly north and greet the sky. Over the streets the sun pours like honey from the jar. It's another day, and you doubted you'd make it this far. When the darkness feels too heavy, your hands too empty, don't forget that joy comes in the morning.
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Apr 3, 2019
Apr 3, 2019 at 3:46 AM UTC
lslaathaug
Streets at Dawn
The only time the streets are paved with gold is when the sun rises-- poor Dennis feels rich old Marlys feels young everything slow seems worth waiting for. The birds fly north and greet the sky. Over the streets the sun pours like honey from the jar. It's another day, and you doubted you'd make it this far. When the darkness feels too heavy, your hands too empty, don't forget that joy comes in the morning.
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