"Sing,silent sparrow of the morning.
Drown out the weeping sound of mourning.
Morning comes in waves of sorrow,
Somber as the day that follows.
Still, morning comes.
Wake, though the heavy feeling lingers.
Catch and release it in your fingers,
Then let go.
Morning comes in waves of sorrow,
Somber as the day that follows.
Still, morning comes.
And I'll never forget you, dear.
When the sun appears,
You'll be my light.
And though it wasn't said, my dear,
Every moment here you'll be my life.
Morning comes in waves of sorrow,
Somber as the day that follows.
Still, morning comes.
So sing, silent sparrow of the morning."
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