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Evening is the time of day |
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I find nothing much to see |
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Don't know what to do but I come to |
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When it's early in the morning |
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Over by the window day is dawning |
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When I feel the air |
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I feel that life is very good to me, you know |
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In the sun, there is so much yellow |
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Something in the early morning meadow |
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Tells me that today, you're on your way |
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And you'll be coming home, home to me |
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Night time isn't clear to me |
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I find nothing near to me |
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Don't know what to do but I come to |
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When it's early in the morning |
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Very, very early, without warning, I came |
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Feel a newly born vibration |
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Sneaking up on me again |
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There's a song bird on my pillow |
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I can see the fun in weeping willow |
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I can see the sun, you're on your way |
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And you'll be coming home, home with me |
