In the morning I think of you
Before the sun and morning dew
You stir the air full of love
And heal my soul like god above
I thank you for touching me
Your best fiend eternally
In the morning I think of you
Before the sun and morning dew
You stir the air full of love
And heal my soul like god above
I thank you for touching me
Your best fiend eternally
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