I liked to walk alone
at dawn and watch
the first light travel
the length of the avenues
with Copeland’s Quiet City
playing in my mind
and that trumpet
in my thoughts
and in my ears
and in my eyes.
It was a time
when my words
were stolen.
I liked to walk alone
at dawn and watch
the first light travel
the length of the avenues
with Copeland’s Quiet City
playing in my mind
and that trumpet
in my thoughts
and in my ears
and in my eyes.
It was a time
when my words
were stolen.
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