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| Morning, Edvard Munch |
Think she needs her first cup of coffee, and some morning jazz..
Yeah, there we go, Edvard Munch chick--some bossa nova.
Here are the lyrics, very cool.
What of a morning
that brings a day so gently,
and bathes the leaves
of memories
that feel so long ago.
I still recall you
in all these early hours,
though I were there
one more to share
a love lost long ago.
Crassness of youth,
concluding only half of the truth,
exuding only one small percent
of what I surely felt for you.
An then one morning
that brought a day so gently,
we set apart
things of the heart
and lost love long ago
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