I think I'll wake you now and hold you.

Ever again the morning creeps across your shoulders 
Through the frosted window pane the sun grows bolder 
Your hair flows down your pillow, you're still sleeping 
I think I'll wake you now and hold you
Tell you again the things I've told you 
The old I give you the morning 
I give you the day 

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