Morning Has Broken
Morning has broken
But the coffee’s not yet spoken
The clouds of last night
Still fog up my sight
The daylight’s too bright
I’m not yet ready
Nor feeling too steady
Time to get through the gate
In spite of my state
The newspaper must wait
It remains to be seen
When I get that hit of caffeine
If the day won’t hold any fear
And the clouds in my head will finally clear
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