To M.D. And C.B.

Miles Davis
Your trumpet
It lets
My head full of fearfull choirs
Go away

I would smoke
A cigarette
And forget
That choir when you bring me higher
And then near me you stay

Like Chet
When you've met
My heart
I see that silver lining!

And life
And her river running
It runs smoothly, shining
Her melody sighing



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Writer(s): Hans Valter Olof Ek
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