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Like the early morning rise

When moon laments and howls in the darkness
she resumes her shyness
presumes her shiny eyes
her body flies like rays
from the early morning rise
just like her mouth,
mentos refreshing
freshly reflecting recreating
smiley eyes-
-all around her
Like they're all but mirror
and she is the model
                                           
Yeah she is a model
But the only one
cause they flaunt their body
she flaunts her
thousand sunny smile
Yeah, sunny smile
She wakes me up from my dream
And makes me
keep dreaming all day,
her early morning smile
that lasts to eternity;
a sunly smile; a sunny smile
Me remembering her
creates a wordy confusion
Sunly/sunny but
sun knows it;
her rays from morning rise
creates life
                                                               
Evening makes me realise
I can't grab her
I hear wolves cry
From the lonely night
Sometimes, I wonder
if I should join them
Then I see moon and stars
They're all but her blessings
Sparkling diamond
I see her beauty
that wraps me around
on those lonely nights
and
                                                           
It's my duty
to appreciate the art
that god worked on
for so long
Man her complexity;
at the end,
god was just throwing the dart
Putting all the
expensive goods in a cart
wasn't enough
He needed to convert
the cart into a mart
And sell goods,
At the end,
he became wealthy
And from the money he got
He bought the materials
needed for creating
a magnum opus.
HER.
He worked sweats
He lost his focus
At the end, it was his luck
that he completed his art
God put sun
to reveal his work
                                                             
Back to reality, it's still night
Me and my demons fight
between who's right
She's my everlasting
lifeline on this fight
She helps me
choosing the right path
Or making me change my
wrong path to right
Or making
wrong path the right
In the fight,
I die, she then revives me to life
Like the early morning rise
Like the early morning rise

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