Why art thou so rude?
You push away the blanket of night all too quickly.
You extend the sun's glistening rays down to the earth,
They penetrate the darkness, they shine through my window,
Rousing me from my blissful slumber.
I do not wish to get up, but I must.
For it is morning, thus it is expected of me.
Oh, Morning,
Why art thou so rude?
You push away the blanket of night all too quickly.
You extend the sun's glistening rays down to the earth,
They penetrate the darkness, they shine through my window,
Rousing me from my blissful slumber.
I do not wish to get up, but I must.
For it is morning, thus it is expected of me.
Oh, Morning,
Why art thou so rude?
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