Overnight You take away the weeping,
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wake me from my sleeping and I greet the morning light.
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Overwhelmed I turn my face to see you,
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Once again I'm free to live my Glorietta life.
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The sun rises on me in the morning without regard to emotion
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If I cry myself to sleep,
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is it swollen eyes that cause me not to see?
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What if I cried myself asleep tonight, separate from You?
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You still beckon in the morning, every morning.
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I won't be separate from you.
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Glorietta
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| Mourning September |
