The Beautiful Morning.
The beautiful morning sits alone,
but with wonderful distress, and
lonelieness.
A tear falls from the morning sky,
and it begins to cry a storm alive.
Oh beautiful morning, what has
you so upset?
This morning cannot be like this.
Even before noon, the morning
sky, flooded the earth, no more
dry.
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