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strangers in a dark room
laughing at jokes they didn't quite hear
frosted window panes and pink champagne
a face appears

and anything could happen in these cathedrals we roam
where shadow people dance and trade their glance and walk home alone

staring out the window
of the roosevelt hotel
watching midtown empty out
and i kiss her farewell

they say we come from nothing and to nothing we'll return
and in between is gravity and bridges left to burn

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