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I wake up in a morning of a monday
I trusted my dream, and that all will be ok But sun was rised for some hours And I lost my princes of my dream tower. When at night sun goes down, I'm free and walking through the town, I watch at his colour, some black colours And I think how sun can cover all of this. The next morning, I wake up happy Coes sun was rised and flew like a rabbit, I go to bed back, to take a sleep To dream and to be free in deep. From now on I wake up to sun rise Coes I love the colours of the sky.
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