My bed loves me more,
Sun comes to my window,
And poke me to get up,
But charming sun fails to do so,
Sometimes sweet dreams comes,
When sun is irritating me to get up,
I become angry on sun to spoil dreams.
But one fine morning, I left my bed early,
Came out in the garden while sun was on bed,
It slowly-slowly rises up and up in the clear sky,
It inspires me to wake up early in the morning.
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