i wake up to summer ending

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soft mornings,
blue skies that so lovingly greet you

may this cup of coffee
be a very forgettable brew

and the soft rays
from the sun emerging
be a view that i tire of

and softer be the coming 
mornings that follow

and lovelier may the
sun be,
and the coffee,
a better brew than the ones before.

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