Sweet Morning Angel,
Comes whispering in my ear.
What a way to wake up,
First thing in the morning,
This angel I hear.
Her smile remains,
Her laughter still does ring,
Crystal clear.
As I walk away,
In silence,
I think of her daily,
And wonder,
Is she the real thing?
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