We all wait for those eyes to open,
Patiently in our beds,
Expecting the birth of sunrise.
And even if sadness rains upon them,
Sadness shall form sorrowful clouds
Allowing the gathering of tears and darkness.
The blue shall comes as new through the dark,
Starting dim but lasting strong,
As the responsible one wakes unaware...
"Open your eyes, darling", the day whispers.
A blissful yawn will follows
As will the start of a new day.
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