Morning Son
Morning birds softly sing
Only the fluttering of colorful wings
Reminds me of the frailest dreams
Nestled in my pillow of satin green
I was walking towards a light
Neither was it day or night
God was there with kind eyes
Saying my name with delight
On my knees I worship I cry
Now merciful is God so devine
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