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Sunday morning,sunday morning,sunday morning.
Waking up in the queue of life,sleeping through the dark night.
Waking up to see its just the morning light playing games at sight,
thought of Summer as my peak but it was a wintry morning,
so its late now almost 8:18. I have to run to fetch some Honey.

Sunday morning,its my sunday morning, sunday morning.

Sitting in the place by the fire thinking of the yester years of desire.
Thinking of how time passes by,
looking down the lane i see beneath a tree a man talking to a rose which is going to bloom.