| Diamonds in their velvet shining
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| hangs the sky, the night is climbing slowly
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| nothing moves, the waking world is done
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| waiting for the sun
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| and all around, the earth is slowly waking
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| in the east, the dawn is slowly breaking
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| morning sun
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| morning sun
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| day begins with morning sun
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| laughter like an iced pond breaking
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| wakes love sleeping far behind,
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| breathing on the frosted windows
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| hiding from, the world outside he’ll mind
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| you say it can’t be done
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| but a little bit of blue’s took the edge of the morning sun
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| Tune low my ears for whispers
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| gentle as the rising sun,
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| fill my ears with mindless wonder
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| raise my head to find the day has come
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| you say it can’t be done
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| but a little bit of blue’s took the edge of the morning sun
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| morning sun
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| morning sun
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| day begins with morning sun
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| empty leaves form a restless carpet
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| brushing on your falling footsteps
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| North wind turn your face, to frozen stone
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| and darkness has no home
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| and all around the earth is slowly waking
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| in the east, the dawn is slowly breaking
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| morning sun
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| morning sun
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| day begins with morning sun
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| sun is rising, dawn is breaking,
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| dawn is breaking, sun is rising,
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| sun is rising, moon is dying, |