Every morning I open my eyes, wishing I could sleep longer.
But there is never an evening, after a long, hard, full day’s work, that I go to bed regretting that I had stayed awake.
Mornings and Evenings
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Every morning I open my eyes, wishing I could sleep longer.
But there is never an evening, after a long, hard, full day’s work, that I go to bed regretting that I had stayed awake.