I open my window to the waking sky
birds in conversation fill pockets of silence
purples and oranges and azure streak
and blend across horizon’s line
the night has passed once again
how could I ever doubt You?
I open my window to the waking sky
birds in conversation fill pockets of silence
purples and oranges and azure streak
and blend across horizon’s line
the night has passed once again
how could I ever doubt You?
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