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Good Morning — Midnight
I'm coming Home
Day — got tired of Me
How could I — of Him?
Sunshine was a sweet place
I liked to stay
But Morn — didn't want me — now
So — Goodnight — Day!
I can look — can't I
When the East is Red?
The Hills — have a way — then
That puts the Heart — abroad
You — are not so fair — Midnight
I chose — Day
But — please take a little Girl
He turned away!