Late morning run, clear skies so bright
So get on up and spare a grin
With every rise, the dawn takes flight
The Sunday Train comes rolling in.......
And while you wake, my train will leave
to drift to sleep, a summer's night...
My day is done and what a gift
The evening sun greets twinkle light.....
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