The sun just woke up
From a bad dream
Tears of rain dropped
Down like a scream
Slumberous eyes
Were under lids hiding
Infested with lies
To oblivion diving
Morning, girl
How are you doing?
Who cut off your curl?
That's really confusing
Crystal clear
I can see your soul
But I guess it'll disappear
Right through the hole.
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