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MORNING
The throstle and the dawn
Together come
That light and music may
Invade my home;
Together come
That light and music may
Invade my home;
And wakefulness begins
In Laura's hands;
Upon her pillow stir
Those glowing strands
In Laura's hands;
Upon her pillow stir
Those glowing strands
That lure me till I kiss
Her dreamy eyes
To win her back from sleep
To Paradise.
Her dreamy eyes
To win her back from sleep
To Paradise.
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