Night is a black and white movie with an ever so subtle moonbeam An orb-weaver to occupy my thought A curious bird with a midnight song The tapping of a rocker begging for lyrics Two a.m. airplanes , nostrils engulfed in wisteria Dew shining 'neath street lamps A crying Epiphone through a Vox amp
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