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Lonely morning
Spread upon the trees
With fog it's dancing
Grown in peace

The lovely morning
Of the Everyday
It wakes my mourning
It makes me play
My fingers of clay
The more I cry
My body melts
The further i fly
To empty sunlight

And the vacuum
Of any feelings
It makes me happy
It makes me
leave the ground
It allows me
Hear the sound
Of raindrops fall
And how they crawl
Down my body

And I'm getting blind
And I can't think
I'm just floating
On a ring
Of tunes I sing
To birds and bees
Grown in peace