Song of the morning,
at my window,
the nightingale.
I get out of bed,
with the firm conviction ,
that today is not yesterday,
nor tomorrow,
so I have to throw forward.
makes me sad reality
because I know next to me,
never may be.
Songs of the nightingale,
songs in the morning,
songs of our love,
coming through the window.
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