.(ian hunter)
The willow in the wind is gently weeping
No city lights tonight for she is sleeping
But in a little while she will awake and gently smile
My angel of eighth avenue, manhattan morning.
Somewhere a siren sounds and she is turning
She moves my arm around '.
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