Oh! Beautiful three a.m. morning,
Dark and foggy,
Same as life, beautiful yet spooky,
The changing sky,
From colorless to crimson hue,
As my wagon passes the rumbling bridge,
I see the dim lighted house far, fascinating,
Wth the nostalgic cool breeze, making me quiver,
And the music in my head phone synergizing,
Oh! Beautiful three a.m. morning,
Craving for the smell of the fumes from a cup of hot coffee,
Dark and foggy,
Same as life, beautiful yet spooky.
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