In the morning I like to sit
Reviewing yesterday's demands
Looking for something I might have missed
Something important I need to save
Before it all becomes a blur
Treasures locked up in the tomb
Of my mind like the Egyptians did
Necessaries for an afterlife
Already here in the dawning light
That sweeps it all away
But there is supper to prepare
And all I have is this one day
And hopefully tonight
Some love to share
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