Someone died today.
The sweat of New Orleans
on his brow.
He was thinking,
I'm in Love.
What's that song?
I'm in love with that song.
Now under the waxing moon
something else is waning.
I don't know that song, Alex.
But I'm very much alive.
So I guess today is my lucky day.
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