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MISTY
How I love

The darkwave music
Of a sun's eclipse
You can't see for cloud

The saxophonist playing 'Misty'
In the High Street outside Barclays

Accompanied by mating-calls
Sparked off
In a Jaguar alarm

The way you're always there
Where I'm thinking

Or several beats ahead.

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