sun rising
grass growing
birds singing
creek sighing
clouds flying
Chelsea Morning Vermont style
Woke up, it was a Chelsea morning and the first thing that I knew
There was milk and toast and honey and a bowl of oranges, too
And the sun poured in like butterscotch, and stuck to all my senses
Oh, won't you stay
We'll put on the day
And we'll talk in present tenses.
Chelsea Morning
Joni Mitchell
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