I think I told you
What it is to be without you.
I think I told you
What you are — morning hues.

I think I told you
That you add reds to my blues.
I think I told you
Why I still don’t have a clue.

I think I told you
About the dreams, how they flew.
I think I told you
Some lies and maybe some trues.

I think I told you
What it is to be without you.
I think I told you
What you are — my morning hues. 

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