Rebecca Wright Biography

The sky is blue,
The clouds are white,
Sunny day turns to starry night.
But the sky has turned grey,
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White satin in a delicate pleat,
The church is full to brim.
As each man comes to take his seat,
And reads the book of hymns.
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You awake from your crypt,
Prise open your eyes.
Wipe away the nights sweat,
Well, what a surprise,
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The cloud; a mass of creamy white
That lightens up the sky.
As men cry loud throughout the night
And shriek and yell and cry.
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you're the air in my lungs
you're the smile on my face
you're thhe reason i wake every morning.
you're a beautiful song
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