I own the early morning
But by evening I'm a mess
And if as now the moon is full
My soul that wolf begins to howl
My mouth fills up with flies
I know he's coming for me
I know there will be blood
But we've a few surprises in store
Morning and I for you dear terror
Which you forgot putting the world together
Me and morning with our light and ease
Our way of doing what might please
The lord our sun there is no way
You could have won
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