Gentle Morning Breeze
GENTLE MORNING BREEZE
Gentle morning breeze
With ease you always blow
The softness you bring always pleases
Even the troubled of soul
With my bed by the window side
Cold chilly freezy breeze you you bring
The whistling pine trees whistle in styles
As the mockingbird go on and sing
"Who does not love my touch",she asked
I come before the winter draw nigh
I am the lovely breeze of course
All stress of night I blow away as I blow with love
I really want you to know that I value you Julie and I am sorry for making you sad.
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