Morning rose the Sun

Morning rose the Sun
my God, cried she
she flung the cover
and jumped to her feet.
She had better run
better get along
in all her glory and glitz
down the aisle awaiting.

She had better run
if she were to catch thee
if she were to keep a promise
she wore as a ring.

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