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In the morning when I wake
And the sun is coming through,
Oh, you fill my lungs with sweetness,
And you fill my head with you.


Can I take it to a morning
Where the fields are painted gold
And the trees are filled with memories
Of the feelings never told?



Most of wherever you go in India, you’ll find the kites designed so. These are Indian fighting kites, not meant for simply soaring into to blue yonder. 58 more words


When the evening pulls the sun down,
And the day is almost through,
Oh, the whole world it is sleeping,
But my world is you.