Sweet lullabies begin, softly sung
The morning’s painter begins his strokes
The soft blues, the vivid pinks
Laced, intertwined with those beautiful notes sung so softly
By the morning bird
The sun begins to climb
The day begins
The morning’s painter begins his strokes
The soft blues, the vivid pinks
Laced, intertwined with those beautiful notes sung so softly
By the morning bird
The sun begins to climb
The day begins
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