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IN THE MORNING
She's laying on the bed.
The pillow under her head.
She opens her eye a touch, not very much.
as I am getting ready for work.
I can see her begin to cry.
In the morning.
She sees, but see, she does not want to.
Yes, it is true.
I tell her it is what I have to do.
She hates to see me go. It really makes her blue.
She always says no.
In the morning.
A game we play.
Home from work is where she wants to to stay.
Yes, me, she does care.
In the morning.
She does not say much, but I know,
In the mornings, she hates to see me go.
I wish I could stay the whole day.
She and I could play.
Yeah, that with me, would be ok.
Oh, in the morning.
Yeah, in the morning.
