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Sunday Nostalgia
The morning was warm
With it’s very first blow of spring
The way the sun was shining
And the sky that was unusually clear
Enlightened the empty streets
As we were searching for a sip of coffee
I can still recall the uplifting feeling
Your Camel tasted better than usually
I wonder if you remember the morning
In which the sun was shining
And the walk through the freshness
Awakened our senses
Though we were still asleep
In that morning carried by the freshest breeze.
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