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Oct 2014
Up on the East Coast, a fog cast in bluish gray
The waves tinted emerald on the foam-licked bay

I danced with him on the Long Island shore
Till I was dizzy and he was sore
And when beams of light ricocheted off water, we laughed
My hips swinging in time with radiant craft

Swaying to the sound,Β Β I've got nothing to lose
Our fingers entwined
I like how you move
L
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L  NM
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