The Blue, Blue Skies of Manhattan
The blue, blue skies of Manhattan.
Scores of bird's going off for the night,
hoards of flightful fancies,
singing through the clouds,
flying tall and proud.
Sea breeze,
chills and the big freeze,
the solidness and frost bite in my toes,
my goodness I need to stop moaning.
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