Shadow Of The Stick
J
James McLain
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I have to get up early
in the morning,
as you continue to sleep.
Before dawn arrives
you love me,
as I lay quiet in sleep.
And, over time,
Dawn when it comes,
Wake's me up so gently.
And how could I ever
feel lonely.
On a fading dark night,
when early,
morning dawn, comes so swiftly.
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