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Midnight, Star

Saxophone plays a sultry tune,

Two lovers make images in the moon,

Autos trace lines of the highway

As I stand alone in the gateway....


All is peaceful and serene

Upon this lonely stage,

I'm afraid to get down

To upset this proud heritage....


You, midnight, have graced my skyline

With a blanket of cool ebony,

Made with the finest blends of silk

Only worthy of one with your celebrity.

A Farrago Of Sentiments
The Red and Blue