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MORNING GLORY
You're sitting here beside me
You're a hundred miles away
You're the birdsong and the sunrise
That starts another day.
You're the bubbly kettle boiling
For my early morning brew
You're the rose outside my window
Glistening with the dew.
You're the steaming bowl of porridge
That delights my empty tum
You lighten up a morning
That would otherwise be glum.
You're as far away as ever
But you're here, I know it's true.
There's a presence right beside me.
And who could it be but you?
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