New York Jazz Lounge

Your lips were like a red and ruby chalice, warmer than the summer nightThe clouds were like an alabaster palace rising to a snowy height.Each star it's own aurora borealis, suddenly you held me tight,I could see the midnight sun.I can't explain the

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