THE TASTE OF THE MORNING
THE MORNING TASTES OF DEW, THE MORNING TASTES OF LOVE, THE MORNING TASTES OF YOU.
THE TASTES OF THE MORNING ARE SO SWEET, YOU SEE, THE TASTES OF THE MORNING DO COME UNTO ME IN LIGHTHEARTED LAUGHTER OF CHILDREN OF THE DAY; IN THE FACES OF OLDSTERS THAT TINKER AWAY MAKING TOYS FOR THE CHILDREN HARD AT PLAY.
THE MORNING TASTES OF DEW, THE MORNING TASTES OF LOVE, THE MORNING TASTES OF YOU.
THE TASTES OF THE MORNING I SEE ALL AROUND, IN TASTE, IN TOUCH, IN SMELL, IN SOUND. THE TASTES OF THE MORNING ARE MERCY AND GLEE, THE TASTES OF THE MORNING DO FLOW AROUND ME.
WITH TENDER COMPASSION AND SWEET LOVE , I SEE THE TASTES OF THE MORNING ARE YOU AND ME IN TENDER EMBRACE, A LIGHT BREEZE ON OUR FACE. ENJOYING:
THE MORNING TASTES OF DEW, THE MORNING TASTES OF LOVE, THE MORNING TASTES OF YOU.
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