ALL THAT GLITTERS IS GOLD
The morning sun shines through the window,
Making the face beam and glow.
I suddenly feel the urge, to rise and shine.
My feelings take a turn, towards
The lofty and divine,
As I escape the barricade of my bed,
The wasted, whiled hours I now dread.
The sun has injected into me a Potion,
Which makes me want to drive into motion.
The golden globe warms the earth,
Returns the gaiety and the mirth.
The morning sun shines through the window,
Making the face beam and glow.
I suddenly feel the urge, to rise and shine.
My feelings take a turn, towards
The lofty and divine,
As I escape the barricade of my bed,
The wasted, whiled hours I now dread.
The sun has injected into me a Potion,
Which makes me want to drive into motion.
The golden globe warms the earth,
Returns the gaiety and the mirth.
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