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Here comes the night life. Yellow lights spill all over main street, But the dim, blue sky takes its sweet time to leave. Hands delicately scale a piano as the drum leads in it's sporadic fills. The trumpets burst and pop while a saxophone glides softly. The people sit and chat While their cups are emitting swirling steams. The faces brightly lit by store windows and neon open signs.
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Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 9:08 PM UTC
City-Block Jazz
Here comes the night life. Yellow lights spill all over main street, But the dim, blue sky takes its sweet time to leave. Hands delicately scale a piano as the drum leads in it's sporadic fills. The trumpets burst and pop while a saxophone glides softly. The people sit and chat While their cups are emitting swirling steams. The faces brightly lit by store windows and neon open signs.
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Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 9:08 PM UTC
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