From the moment you catch your last dream and store it away. As you tear the shutters open and let the smell of the old pinewood tree drag you ninety three million miles away. Be awake and know, this could be the greatest day, it could be an end, it could be a start.It's your canvas, let your brush follow the lines of the sun. It's a new day, it's another world. Made for you, for your heart, go and be the prayer that you pray. This is yours. This is the morning.

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