I sit by the window every morning,
To see the sun shine with a loving light
I sit by the window every morning,
To see kids fly beautiful kites
I sit by the window every morning,
To see cars driven very fast
I sit by the window every morning,
To watch the flower lady pass
I sit by the window every morning,
To see the little birds perched on the trees
I sit by the window every morning,
To listen to the big buzzing of the bees
I sit by the window every morning,
And paint the picture of the day
That exists outside my window,
In the town of St Mary’s Cray...
SRINIDHI.R

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