Some morns are easy going
With wonderful sayings to say
Onward breezy flowing
Turning out their best way
Something that's trouble-free
Effortless and in singing
Sharing a part what's me
In their expressions bringing
Sing them and try to feel
So they may continue their burn
Only be in simple colors teal
In each their way and turn
Personal verses to give and share
In their point of exposure
Going from here to nowhere
In each their refrain enclosure
Songs of my personal approach
Singing themselves to time
Step by step in their encroach
Until they to choruses climb
Love songs to evenings in cast
So you will see the reddish sky
When morn and eve have past
But the melody isn’t ready to die
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