its kind of weird - all this.
and it definately is,
hard to define
hello,
thanks
I`m fine
so, no, yes, what about you
I know, the mornings are good,
but why dont you never tell me
what you really like, why this mood?
ah, it doesent matter who
in the end its still
about me and you
dear morning -
youre sometimes
so untrue.
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