When the bell upon my nightstand sounds,
And sleep shall be no more,
When the morning breaks my slumber, sweet and fair;
I my rumpled self shall gather,
And unto the kitchen hie,
When the coffee starts its perking, I’ll be there.
When the bell upon my nightstand sounds,
And sleep shall be no more,
When the morning breaks my slumber, sweet and fair;
I my rumpled self shall gather,
And unto the kitchen hie,
When the coffee starts its perking, I’ll be there.
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