Morning
I have heard that she sleeps in the morning under the veil of night
Get up early and come to us with your feet down
He will put soaked flowers on our feet
He will say, "Get up, now the time for swimming is over."
There is a lot of work to be done
Find new ways to wrap them up
Don't believe
It never happens
Get up early in the morning
Will not come by itself
Don't be a candle
So there is no magic at all
If there are no spears of rays
Our destiny
So the canals keep flowing in the dreams of milk
The earth must kiss the revolving sun
The rays explode
But magic does not happen
About the Creator
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