
How The Morning Finds Me
𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘔𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘍𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘔𝘦 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰.𝘐𝘵 𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘮,𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴.𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥.𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘳𝘣𝘰𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯. 𝘛𝘩𝘦
𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘔𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘍𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘔𝘦 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰.𝘐𝘵 𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘮,𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴.𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥.𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘳𝘣𝘰𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯. 𝘛𝘩𝘦
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