In my good good morning I'm up before the sun can bring, early morning, and everyone like a shiny thing.
All my angels appear before my window saying "good morning" in my good morning
In my good, good morning I feel before my thoughts all spring. Am I conscious or is this my unconscious being No more like a dream than a God before my conscious saying "Good morning" in my good morning?
In my good, good morning I'm up before the sun can bring, Early morining, and Everyone like a shiny thing. No more like a dream, then a God before my conscious saying "Good Morning" In my good morning.