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Nov 2021
Come on now
you said you would sweep me off my feet
that was the deal
on aΒ Β late night New York City street
so why am I still standing here
feet firmly planted
right here
on 127 West 88th Street?
Written by
Frances Raeburn  F/London
(F/London)   
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   Safana and max
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