A Day In The Light
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Bill Cantrell
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The morning stars call to the sun,
he rises from his bed
Clouds, they rush to welcome him,
with colors gold and red
He honors them with silver,
look, off away they fly
On their linings it brightly shines,
a beautiful painting in the sky
They return their silver with the dusk,
as the sun goes back to bed
The clouds, they rush to cover him
with colors gold and red
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