Morning, Morning
Indeed you are pregnant
And no one knows what you will deliver
See your sparkling brilliance
Now men will walk and not stumble
Children will jump around and no one will scold them
Your presence make the cock crow
It even make the warblers and sparrows to produce chip notes
Every house is busy
Everyone wants to explore you
It was the same yesterday
Some came back crying
Some went out and did not return
Few others came back smiling
How come some people get favoured and others don't?
Is there any message you bring along?
If yes, where do you hide them?
If there are fresh opportunities why not spread them abroad?
You have left men in the Pacific Rim
You are a wolf in sheep clothing
But all of that no longer counts
Now we know you
What will be, will be
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