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Blue Eyed Lady
How is my blue-eyed lady
of the first night of spring
who kisses so softly on broadway
in the dust of passing buses
under the marquee
in the pressure of public unaware?
as I think -she makes me feel like Rita did,
near the tops of the trees.
11 - 20
Crossfire of Time
Desert was Jungle
Destiny
Diesel Powered
Dresscode for Barbarians
Economy or First Class
Erratic
Everyman Dream
Expiration Date Infinity
Fear of the Homeless
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