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Midnight Sun

A cigarette has to work For it to be smoked, A beer has to toil for It to be drank. Love has got to show For it to be loved, Wisdom has to have room For it to settle. I don't have the luxury of thinking. If my eyes can't show me How beautifully made I am, To perfect proportion and order, Then I turn my eyes into a mirror, I see the wondrous work God has worked in me, I have a beautiful midnight sun, The kind of woman Who never sets in the dark Of night, I love that babylaugh of yours.

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