(42) The Balcony
“A lover has a certain right
Beneath the canopy of night
To smile upon his lady fair
To lure her from her shady lair.”
The gaudy reds, the liquid greens,
The traffic honks and siren screams,
Skyscrapers with their lights and beams
Could not dispel our world of dreams.
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