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she's there waiting at the gate painted by the dawn.
She's there waiting at the gates as the velvet night sky is torn.
She says good morning, i smile and say the same.
She's stands waiting at the gate smiling at the rain.
As i turn to wave to her i wish i could remain.
She [-eee ] says good morning.
She's there waiting at the gate warming all she sees.
Threading through a web of gas the rain precedes the storm,
Coughing on my way to work her smile keeps me warm
She said good morning i smiled and said the same.
She's stands waiting at the gate a picture in my brain.
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