When the colours of the morning
Take a
Wonderful time to come,
They are nothing
Compared
With all I have,
In attendance calling,
Over
And through
Increasingly,
In the air,
For I have you to shine for me.
With the absence of no other
Making
Everything right for me,
I have nothing
To chase
Away at night,
With attention falling,
Touching
A hand
Across a space,
In the air,
For I have you to shine for me.
By the shadow of the water
Is a
Lonelier man than me,
He is holding
His arms
Across the sky,
To the centre of the
Morning
And how
Infrequently,
In the air,
Now I have you to shine for me.
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