
    You're sitting on pier. It is early mor-
  ning. Sea rhytmically  disturbs your ears.
  You're alone.

    Cool wind  breathes creating  tiny waves
  on water. You  can't hear  nothing but sea
  waves. It makes your mind clean.

    You're  thinking about  past and future.
  You could be  anywhere, but  not here. The
  general  emptyness of  this place makes it
  impossible. You feeling so comfortable, so
  good here. You just can't leave.

    You're thinking about all the world that
  surrounds  you, where it  come from, about
  each detail  of it. You're  thinking about
  things  that you've  made and  things that
  you could make in future. You're reminding
  all the bad and good - just bright moments
  of your life - analysing. You're dreaming.

    Nothing can  stop your thoughts. But out
  of  nowhere  you  hear  noise. It  becomes
  louder   and  louder. When  it  begins  to
  crush your dreams, you wondering, that sun
  is  shining very  bright, that  it is  not
  morning anymore, that you  surrounded by a
  lots of people. Now you have to leave this
  place, but only until next morning...
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  "fresh morning" single by rain/sands
  made at 25.04.2005

  this  is  remake  of  my  chiptune  called
  "alwaysfreshmorning".  sorry   about   bad 
  quality guitar.

  www.thesands.ru
  (c) 2005

  Ukraine, Vinnytsya.