Good morning, my love  – it seems we must rouse; the sun’s streaming in and making her bows. It’s time for the dreamers to rise from their dreams; it’s time for the lovers to undo the seams that sewed two together for night time’s embrace , and shake off Love’s slumber to enter Life’s race.

Good morning, my love  –
it seems we must rouse;
the sun’s streaming in
and making her bows.
It’s time for the dreamers
to rise from their dreams;
it’s time for the lovers
to undo the seams
that sewed two together
for night time’s embrace ,
and shake off Love’s slumber
to enter Life’s race.
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