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she's there waiting at the gate painted by the dawn.
She's there waiting at the gates as the velvet night sky is torn.

She says good morning, i smile and say the same.

She's stands waiting at the gate smiling at the rain.
As i turn to wave to her i wish i could remain.

She [-eee ] says good morning.




She's there waiting at the gate warming all she sees.

Threading through a web of gas the rain precedes the storm,
Coughing on my way to work her smile keeps me warm

She said good morning i smiled and said the same.

She's stands waiting at the gate a picture in my brain.