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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.
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Still I Wait
Sting of Defeat
Supernism Extremus
The Bakery
The First Tour
Totally Free Society
Underside of Luck
Vote For Me
WE WERE ALL GOOD COWBOYS
Weeding My Garden
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