Morning calls
Is it really a new day?
The sky falls
And tells me the already known
It's quiet
And pieces are coming and going
A never-ending cycle
Spinning around
But oh, that's something new
But it shoots right through me
Like the sudden end
Like the powerful force
Morning calls
But I refuse to answer.
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