Mornings used to be easier...
The sun is raising
The birds are chirping
The pancake and eggs are their
You tell me to go to sleep, I would not care.
The sun is rising
The alarm is ringing
I have no time to do my hair
I have to go buy my own eggs
and remind myself to go to bed.
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