My one foolish heart
It dances in the dark
Or quite a stairway to the stars
In the bewitching hours
If I had you
Would have cocktails for two
Within whispering leaves
In busy street of Manhattan
Overlooking portrait of Jennie
Beneath the yellow moon
Strumming away the September song
Come away with me
With the very thought of you
Scribbled in 1012pm
11/5/2014
Marine Apartment
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