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Waiting for the sun
The daytime breaks away,
From the morning night.
Windy gusts blow to and fro,
And scatter what they can.
I thought I saw a ray of blue,
Peeking through the clouds.
But no, it's not meant to be,
Not at least today.
So here I sit, in my house,
Waiting for the sun.
From the morning night.
Windy gusts blow to and fro,
And scatter what they can.
I thought I saw a ray of blue,
Peeking through the clouds.
But no, it's not meant to be,
Not at least today.
So here I sit, in my house,
Waiting for the sun.
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Waiting for the sun
Waiting for the sun
