Tide mornings
Through window panes
Grass bending
From the breeze
A fresh-water start
As it could be the sea
What mornings teach me
I always seem to learn
That in a deep breathe in
A good day must be earned
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Tide mornings
Through window panes
Grass bending
From the breeze
A fresh-water start
As it could be the sea
What mornings teach me
I always seem to learn
That in a deep breathe in
A good day must be earned
