The BBC

The   familiar sound of morning was your tread
Coming up the stairs with Earl Grey tea
While I lingered lazily in bed
The  homely sound of morning was your tread
Now I think I hear it in my head
Rumbling like the bumbling of a bee
The  familiar sounds of morning were your words
Now I only have the BBC

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