| The morning belongs to the night
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| Until it comes with a light
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| Until it’s born with a spark
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| Until it outgrows the dark
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| And there it hangs for a moment
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| A breath of hope for a moment
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| Stands on its own for a moment
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| Free from the past for a moment
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| The morning belongs to the day
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| Already here with the grey
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| Already spilling with need
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| Already flooding with speed
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| With its voices and faces, neverending
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| With its hard spoken phrases, neverending
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| But its promise of outlasting light
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| Is just converted black in the sky
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| Is just converted black in the sky
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| With its falling and waking, neverending
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| With its holding and breaking, neverending
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| Soft the darkness reflecting your eyes
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| But the black is just converted light |