Dawn, like an angel, lights on the step
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Muting the morning she heralds
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Dew on the grass like the tears the night wept
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Gone long before the day wears old
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[Chorus:]
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Time stills the singing a child holds so dear
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And I'm just beginning to hear
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Gone are the pathways the child followed home
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Gone like the sand and the foam
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Pressed in the pages of some aging text
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Lies an old lily a-crumbling
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Marking a moment of childish respects
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Long since betrayed and forgotten
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[Chorus]
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Dawn, like an angel, lights on the step
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Muting the morning she heralds
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Dew on the grass like the tears the night wept
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Gone long before the day wears old
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[Chorus]
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Gone like the sand
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Gone like the sand
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Gone like the sand and the foam
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The Sand And The Foam
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| Dan Fogelberg |
