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Almost never submerge myself in the morning of jazz
after blankets of wind rocked the car all the way of their fuzz
Equally rare floats my mood for jazz
An almost blank-out of my mind needs to be conducted
to absorb the heaviness of daily routines
Casualness sips in as the music is swirling around the atrium
here tap the soft beats to be tender and more tender
here stroke the hard thuds to be deeper and more deeper
echo minds of concerted minds
ever delightfully drunkening
echo minds of needless individual minds
ever air-light awakening
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