I wake in the morning,

got the sun upon my face,

pick up my guitar,

feel the wind start the day,

look out to the distance,

wondering how far the birds have flown,

all the while sitting,

awaiting the future to come,

seeing blooming flowers,

and lilacs of all galore,

you’re all in need of love,

just knock at my door.

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