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03/03/23 at 11:33PM
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Come sit with me,
here on the floor.
I will tell you stories,
from the days of yore.
Tales of an early
sunrise,
when day is abloom,
with a million sighs,
Sighs of I love you,
fill the morning air.
Words of joy,
none of despair.
Words which capture,
what you have done,
in the early morning,
with heat from the Sun.
