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Feb 2016
I.

Muffled horns intoxicate the
Feverish tide of the evening,
The ebb and flow of dusk scented
Lust within the children of night
Turning bliss
Turning in time to the bass
Strumming and the snare rolling
Consummate the morning flight of
The heart in the summertime

II.

Pull and tug on the mind shadowing
The street lights they pace under to
Escape the lovely dream serenaded
By the blues tune of a loveless
Hypnosis - they only know the
Misery, misery, misery following
The lights of city sights on the lonely
Land. Lady Day suffers when morning's
Flight is turning.

The heart in winter time.
Jevaugn
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