Morning, morning,
Near you, I am, life-side.
I like you and your drawing,
I like you and your sky-dye.
The sky and the earth
All are there and my going
Through the hills and the rivers,
And the field and the oceans,
And also outside my own life.
I resemble morning in rising sun,
I assemble all that are life's fun.
Those near me, I call them off,
And those far from me, I call them in.
My dream, my best friend, morning.
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