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The morning belongs to the night |
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Until it comes with a light |
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Until it's born with a spark |
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Until it outgrows the dark |
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And there it hangs for a moment |
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A breath of hope for a moment |
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Stands on its own for a moment |
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Free from the past for a moment |
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The morning belongs to the day |
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Already here with the grey |
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Already spilling with need |
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Already flooding with speed |
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With its voices and faces, neverending |
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With its hard spoken phrases, neverending |
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But its promise of outlasting light |
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Is just converted black in the sky |
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Is just converted black in the sky |
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With its falling and waking, neverending |
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With its holding and breaking, neverending |
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Soft the darkness reflecting your eyes |
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But the black is just converted light |
