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| West path, grey morning (2009) by Thomas Robinson |
On dove grey mornings Love brings me the hues
He lends the day its colors from his eyes
The ashen sky is painted shades of blues
I turn to him and smile as I rise
On tuneless mornings Love brings me the song
The day begins with love notes soft and clear
And in his voice the words are never wrong
A harmony so gentle to the ear
On jagged mornings Love brings me the balm
He smooths my edges til they're not so rough
He touches me, restores my sense of calm
But knows that nights are made of different stuff
Where Love brings days of color, song, and light
In dark mystery and quiet, rules the night.
In dark mystery and quiet, rules the night.
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