When the morning explodes in the shimmering dew
Which reflects back the pure heaven's vast,
When you're asleep I'm looking at you
And pray for these moments to last...
I love all of you and will hear evermore
How your dreams make your heart softly tick
Flying high and beyond the material law
When the last morning rays flow oblique.
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