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Early mourning
The morning cloaked in darkness,
Wind sings soft sounds outside.
Wrap the covers over heads,
Curled into balls laid still.
Snuggled hearing beating hearts,
Warm is the drink in your hand.
Steam breaks...
Wind sings soft sounds outside.
Wrap the covers over heads,
Curled into balls laid still.
Snuggled hearing beating hearts,
Warm is the drink in your hand.
Steam breaks...
