The first day of the rest of our life
For which with you the best summing up
Is pain, joy, love, a little strife
But love always anyway – you’re nice
I don’t need being told that twice.
When I wake you up for morning tea
I always feel immensely fond –
You’re drowsy and not quite yet beyond...
Through the dark and wind that gusts and bustles,
Beneath a sky the icy moon adorns
Along cold pavements where the dead leaf rustles...
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