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"i wanted to take your hand and run with you together toward ourselves down the street to your street i wanted to laugh aloud and skip the notes past the marquee advertising "women in love" past the record shop with "The Spirit In The Dark" past the smoke shop past the park and no parking today signs past the people watching me in my blue velvet and i don't remember what you wore but only that i didn't want anything to be wearing you i wanted to give myself to the cyclone that is your arms and let you in the eye of my hurricane and know the calm before and some fall evening after the cocktails and the very expensive and very bad steak served with day-old baked potatoes after the second cup of coffee taken while listening to the rejected violin player maybe some fall evening when the taxis have passed you by and that light sort of rain that occasionally falls in new york begins you'll take a thought and laugh aloud the notes carrying all the way over to me and we'll run again together