When the sunrise slowly creeps in
All the shadows start to grow short
Then all of sudden a brand-new days in
Now is time to do things of all sorts.
And when the sun comes out every day
It just comes for awhile anyway
Hiding with it some mistery yea,
As day progresses you work and play.
And surely enough the hours will flee
When sunrise in the horizon creeps in
In the air hear sound of sighs and glee
Then all of sudden a brand-new days in.
Dorian Petersen Potter
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