when all is still dark
and the morning bird does not yet sing
a warm glow spreads slowly
at night's end
the horizon a fading shade of purple and red
whispering
wake to me - sleeping world
for a beautiful day lies ahead
if dreams could be real
you'd live
we'd walk in the park, smiling
but spring's here again
and you are not
you'd live
we'd walk in the park, smiling
but spring's here again
and you are not
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