It was a tempting morning sun
The question was will I wake up
To the crimson clouded sky
A beauty rare to ever sight
But nah I had a late night
And a weary sleepy eye
It would be another morning
So I say to my own chagrin
The question was will I wake up
To the crimson clouded sky
A beauty rare to ever sight
But nah I had a late night
And a weary sleepy eye
It would be another morning
So I say to my own chagrin
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