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[Originally by Lizz Wright] Blue as the crying sky With no thorn, AND no THISTLE Only AN open face Staring at the waking world Maybe she´s just a morning glory Lost in a tangle of vine Maybe she´s just a morning glory Lost in a tangle of vine Her arms stretch wide To receive a life And her ROOTS go deep into the BLACK EARTH for strength And she blooms and Maybe she´s just a morning glory Lost in a tangle of vine Maybe she´s just a morning glory Lost in a tangle of vine She blooms while the people sleep Only the TRAVELERS SEE HER To those who RISE with the noon day Sun She is a closed mystery Letras de canciones AND Maybe she´s just a morning glory Lost in a tangle of vine OH, Maybe she´s just a morning glory Lost in a tangle of vine Lost in a tangle of vine Lost in a tangle of vine From Letras Mania