Late into the night, can't get any sleep. Thinking about you, I begin to weep. I take my hat and also my sax. I go to the boulevard, trying hard to relax. Late into the night, I play it cool. No point in cryin' or acting like a fool. I know that we're done; my sax is my only friend. My music maybe blue but I'll play it until the end. Maybe we'll meet again, somewhere in time. I'm usually on the corner; I'm not hard to find. I hope all is well and your life is looking bright. I'll carry on with my song, late into the night. (JL)
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Tyrone Smith 11 Jul 2017
WOW AMAZING WORK!!!