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Mar 2013
Movie star blue moon lit eyes,
winter is jealous of her,
to touch her lips,
The poet,
sits at his machine,
and sketches the smiles,
the blinks,
of her night glow face,
The moon,
is close tonight,
Tennessee is far,
climb the moon's hands,
rise the back,
of a fire-fly,
let down your hair,
when you are up there,
Emily Tennessee,
lonely town beauty,
you make the streets shiver,
like a boy,
touching lips with Beauty.
Written by
Savio  Kansas
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