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Waking up
Slowly, gently
The morning sun caressing her skin
Last night really happened
And still she's laying
In my bed
Stealing all the blankets
I woke up warmer
And colder than usual
But it's not the kind of thing
You complain about
Like the first time the birds
wake you up in the spring
This time we can just let it be
And she looks so sweet asleep on my arm
I don't want to get up
She keeps me so warm
But my stomach is rumbling
I have to hit the head
So it's time for her
To get out of my bed
The morning sun caressing her skin
Last night really happened
And still she's laying
In my bed
Stealing all the blankets
I woke up warmer
And colder than usual
But it's not the kind of thing
You complain about
Like the first time the birds
wake you up in the spring
This time we can just let it be
And she looks so sweet asleep on my arm
I don't want to get up
She keeps me so warm
But my stomach is rumbling
I have to hit the head
So it's time for her
To get out of my bed
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