It is almost morning,
There ain't a sleep in my eyes.
Hoping to see the sun rise today
And make us warm after the night.
Hey, I see the grey clouds.
How could they be grey till now?
The sky has changed it's colour to night.
Them grey should be lost in the blacky night.
I see a cloud
Smile at me,
And kept running
Until at bay.
I want them to burst
And pour on us,
Before they be gone
With the heavy gust.
It's still night
And the sun's still far.
How about a nap
In this happy hour!
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