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She's there waiting at the gate
Painted by the dawn.
She's there waiting at the gates
As the velvet night sky is torn.

She says good morning,
I smile and say the same.

She's stands waiting at the gate
Smiling at the rain.
As I turn to wave to her
I wish I could remain.

She says Good Morning.

She's there waiting at the gate
Warming all she sees.

Threading through a web of gas
The rain precedes the storm,
Coughing on my way to work
Her smile keeps me warm

She said Good Morning
I smiled and said the same.

She's stands waiting at the gate
A picture in my brain.

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