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Waking
I wait
To see her
Sleepy eyes
Opening,
Like morning light
Veiled in fog;
And then
Her lips slowly
Bloom in smile,
As a rose
Waking to the dawn.
To see her
Sleepy eyes
Opening,
Like morning light
Veiled in fog;
And then
Her lips slowly
Bloom in smile,
As a rose
Waking to the dawn.
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