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IF I COULD ONLY BRING THE SUNSET IN A CUP
I could not. Like the rainbow inside my pocket. They fade away like soap bubbles And balloons lonely floating in the sky.
When the skyline is painted with fake lights And the ocean roars of engine and smoke I dreamt of the shore and the winds and the sky Where the sunset rests in her mighty throne.
If I could only bring the sunset in a cup I will paint the Brooklyn Bridge anew With the splendor of a jewel and a diamond Untouched by all their wanderings.
I could not. So let the sky be painted in gloom So let the ocean long for its waves So let the autumn rains sing on in pain.
I could not. So let the bells forget their songs And the lonely sparrows look for their home If I could only bring the sunset in a cup.
The streets, when bathed by the falling leaves Are dark and cold and lost And the pale Manhattan skyline, in all her majesty Without the sunset, is empty and in gloom.
If I could only bring the sunset in a cup But I could not. |
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