August morning, gently breaking through its shadows,
Shreds of mist still clothing cliffs and distant meadows,
And I love you in the morning,
As a new day coaxes birdsong from the trees
And I love you, and the laughter in your eyes that's all for me.

August morning, dawning pink and gold and certain,
The first faint breath of Summer tugging at our curtains,
And I love you in the morning,
As the sunlight gently rouses you from sleep,
And I love you, and the laughter in your eyes that's all for me.

August morning, gently breaking through its shadows,
Shreds of mist still clothing cliffs and distant meadows
And I love you in the morning,
As the sun explores the softness of your cheek
And I love you, and the laughter in your eyes that's all for me.

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