I see you in the morning light
Your hair falls over your eyes
I'm lost in your beauty, it's such a sight
I'm thankful for every moment, it's such a surprise
I see you in the morning dew
Your smile shines as bright as the morning sun
I'm grateful for all that you do
I'll love you always, you're my only one
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