The day starts anew,
covering the grass with the morning dew
hiding the past with a bright shine
the sun that's comming is all mine
to watch the sunset from a distance away
hoping that I would ever be okay
My thought wandering forever in time
thinking of when you would be mine
The night starts anew
and still I lay here, waiting for a clue
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