She's there waiting at the gate Painted by the dawn.
She's there waiting at the gates as the velvet Night sky is torn.
She says Good Morning, I smile and say the same.
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She's STANDS waiting at the gate Smiling at the rain.
As I turn to wave to her I wish I could remain.
She -EEE says Good Morning.
She's there waiting at the gate warming all she sees.
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Threading through a web of gas The rain precedes the storm,
Coughing on my way to work Her smile keeps me warm
She says Good Morning, I smile and say the same.
She's STANDS waiting at the gate A picture in my brain.