I love to wake to a cloudy day
When I have nowhere to go
Nothing urgent needs doing
I can wake up nice and slow
It's as though the day is muffled
The clouds have softened sound
And the day is mine for lingering
While there's no one else around
The light is strangely filtered
Smooth edges, none too bright
It makes for gentle waking
So slowly comes the light
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