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To this inevitable night of mine Oh you drinker of new wine, Here's pageantry . . . . Here's carnival, Rich dusk, dim streets and all The whispering of city night . . . . I have closed my book of fading harmonies, (The shadows fell across me in the park) And my soul was sad with violins and trees, And I was sick for dark, When suddenly it hastened by me, bringing Thousands of lights, a haunting breeze, And a night of streets and singing . . . . I shall know you by your eager feet And by your pale, pale hair; I'll whisper happy incoherent things While I'm waiting for you there . . . . All the faces unforgettable in dusk Will blend to yours, And the footsteps like a thousand overtures Will blend to yours, And there will be more drunkenness than wine In the softness of your eyes on mine . . . . Faint violins where lovely ladies dine, The brushing of skirts, the voices of the night And all the lure of friendly eyes . . . . Ah there We'll drift like summer sounds upon the summer air Legginsy Lycra Marynarki Vistula Naszyjniki z Kamieni Pierścionek z Szafirem Płaszcze Jesienne Spodenki Reebok Spódniczka Jeansowa Sukienki Simple Sukienka Okazyjna Szaliki HM |
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