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Sunrise on Sunday

It was shorly after sunrise on Sunday,
The sky was slate,
And the pavement shone bright with the previous night's rain,
The wind was so cold and the sky was so dark,
I found it hard to believe,
	The sun had ever shone at all,

I walked alone shortly after sunrise on Sunday,
The only sound was that of distant cars humming,
Each footfall heavier and harder to endure than the last,
So cold and alone on the desolate street,
I found it hard to believe,
	I'd ever been happy at all,

Caressa

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