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Good Morning My love
If i could, I'd comb the sky,
and Collect the stars,
Quickly pile them into a basket
until it overflowed with silvery light,
then i I'd give the basket to you,
because all things precious
and beautiful belong to you.
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Good Morning My love
If i could, I'd comb the sky,
and Collect the stars,
Quickly pile them into a basket
until it overflowed with silvery light,
then i I'd give the basket to you,
because all things precious
and beautiful belong to you.
