[FONT="]On a morning cool and lovely,
I sit and have my breakfast,
And you're not there.
As I listen to the rustling branches
Under the whisps of morning breezes,
I look upon the flowers,
But you're not there.
With all the delights of the open air,
As I walk through these streets
Of cracked concrete and strangled weeds,
Everything is as it should be
But you're not there.
As I think of all the beauties
And wonders of the world,
The largest and most magnificent mansions,
The most colorful and
Precious smelling flowers.
All are just dried up useless thoughts,
Because I have not found you sitting there.
And now the trumpets blast
And the drums roll in unison as thunder
I awaken and hear that you
Have been there from the very start.
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I sit and have my breakfast,
And you're not there.
As I listen to the rustling branches
Under the whisps of morning breezes,
I look upon the flowers,
But you're not there.
With all the delights of the open air,
As I walk through these streets
Of cracked concrete and strangled weeds,
Everything is as it should be
But you're not there.
As I think of all the beauties
And wonders of the world,
The largest and most magnificent mansions,
The most colorful and
Precious smelling flowers.
All are just dried up useless thoughts,
Because I have not found you sitting there.
And now the trumpets blast
And the drums roll in unison as thunder
I awaken and hear that you
Have been there from the very start.
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