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The skyline,
Nina and the night air-
can’t explain the feeling,
and don’t really care

Union with the evening
as the cold comforts me,
she sings with a suffering,
but so beautifully

Tall highway lights
curve in sync tonight,
guiding all motion
with no destination in sight

As the bellows of ballads
meet the swirling breeze,
it tames wild winds
with the slightest of ease

Spare moments between syllables
resonate loud,
as music splits routines
of the night’s growing shroud

While audio washes
a freeway with flair,
all was just fine
with Nina and the night air

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