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Sunday Morning
As my eyes cast over this room, light blocked from the window shade tries to get through. The radio plays those good old songs as Sunday morning turns from dawn. I think of the things last night brought true, I wanna cry but something pulls me through. Time passes faster now as the sunlight speeds the world around. I know I must leave this place but not be for love finds its place. So once again I push it aside, going on with out tears in my eyes. I know this day will pull me through, cuz Sunday morning always makes, love come true.
