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Baltimore Night

Watching the sounds of your footsteps,
fading away.
Your gracefulness lingers by the salty spray of the harbor,
under the gleam of the glistening evening stars,
and the blanket of the Baltimore night.
I sing with no sounds,
weeping dry tears, and crying in silence.
For I left my heart with you under the blanket of the Baltimore night.





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