When the Sun has nor risen yet
And the dawn is still far away
Let us weave with golden thread
The orb of our morning glory
The night's dark blue ink has
Given us the silver clouds pages
To carve our cherished dreams
One flip to ooze our love
The next to care our passion
When Moon is smiling the lips
And angels are guarding the sky
Let us do ourselves with wings
The wait of our morning beam
The lights of the have blinds
And the sight for the stone ages
To carve future for the born cry
One hand to supple our love
The other to beam the World!
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