Which Morning...
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oh...
what kind of morning, you start without me...
which sun lights your road, befor my coming...
and who singed to you a greeting morning, in my voice..
how your birds can sing...
how your flowers` fragrance, gives a happiness,
without my greeting to your morning...
how you can start your morning..
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