To dance beneath the morning star
And call the day from where you are
To sing a chorus with the birds
In mellow tone so seldom heard
To breathe the air just cleaned by trees
And feel the way it brings you ease
To glimpse the sun as it wakes up
And wallow in its radiant cup
All these things are here each day
And all that’s left for me to say
Wake up you are missing heaven
PTT
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