| I like the sunrise 'cause it brings a new day
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| I like a new day, it brings new hope they say
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| I like the sunrise blazing in the new sky
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| Nighttime is weary oh, and so am I
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| Every evening I wish upon a star
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| That my brand new bright tomorrow isn’t very far
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| When the heavy blue curtain of night
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| Is raised up high clear out of sight
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| Then I like the sunrise, so heavenly to see
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| I like the sunrise, I hope it likes poor me
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| Don’t worry about saving this music
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| Or be scared if the singing ends or the piano breaks a string
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| For we have fallen to a place where everything is music and singing
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| Everything is recovered and new, ever new and musical
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| And even if the whole world’s harp should burn up
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| There would still be hidden there, the spirit of song there to linger on
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| And even if a candle’s blown out by wind
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| The fire smolders on in an ember and then sparks again
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| The singing is a drop, just a drop in oceans of seas
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| Grace keeps it moving through bodies like these
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| And the sound of a life sends an echoing out
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| The poem sings willingly in each newborn’s crying shout
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| But it’s growing slowly and keeps many secrets
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| Stop the words and listen, feel the echo of it starting
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| Open a space in the center of your beating heart
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| And let spirits fly in and out
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| Every evening I wish upon a star
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| That my brand new bright tomorrow isn’t very far
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| When the heavy blue curtain of the night
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| Is raised up high clear out of sight
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| Then I like the sunrise, so heavenly to see
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| I like the sunrise, the music in every sunrise
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| Makes a space inside the skies for setting free |