Misty morning in my mind
Trumpets call and bells are singing
The best of your spirit shines through
Sitting on a subway train going nowhere
Moments of peace still exist
Cinnamon in a warm cup of coffee
Let the words flow like a waterfall
Dreaming of a new form of magic
More thoughts are leaking out
Lightning bolt summer nights are blue
The news was good today for a change
Now the angels have returned
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