Peeping at the horizon
the road is leading to
There stands a chance
for a me and you.
Where skies are purply pink
at the break of dawn
and where the look-out bluff
stand high and tall
There’ll be a me and you.
Peeping at the horizon,
the road is leading to,
Delicate morning glories,
Hang sweetly in the air.
Morning-glories,
me and you
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