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It Doesn't Stop
I wake up in the morning,
Nothing’s out of place.
I look into the mirror,
I can see my face.
The warm sun is still rising
To make the air gold.
And the world keeps on spinning;
Everything’s not cold.
My heart continues beating,
The flowers still bloom.
The birds are singing love songs
During all this gloom.
Even when I think it’s right,
The sky is not grey.
And nothing lasts forever,
So much as the Fay.
March 17, 2003
