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Let that golden glow
sail across the morning sky....
Lift you gently by the hand...
And spirit you away...
To dance by the tip of the stars...
gaze into the inky black...
And grab a comet's tail...
to guide you swiftly
and safely...
To your home sweet home...
Where bed awaits patiently...
A smile upon its face...
And the sheets thrown back...
This is my favorite time of day. Thank you Mr. David.
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Jueseppi B.
