Every morning's coffee
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Hidden all over through the crowded streets.
Silent story writters, the ones no one knows about.
If you ever missed a detail
If you ever skipped a secret
then I bet they've seen it all.
Schizophrenic artists that start to work with every morning's coffee.
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