Poetry by Peter D. Orr
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Over Manhattan We'll be one small light Over Manhattan tonight Hold my hand as we climb, the blue... (highway in the sky) We'll rise above the golden rim alright And skim the whisps of cloud-tops bright Fold your heart 'round mine, so true... (onlydo, never try) Let's glow with the sun 'til we flow into one blending into purple hues.
Soaring up on our flight With the city below now hardly in sight Mold my visions upon thine, ever new... (only live, never die) Let's glow with the sun 'til we flow into one blending into purple hues.
The blue... (ever, ever true) The sky... (never try, only do) Glow with the sun (our love, ever new) As w flow into one... (into purple hues) Blending as we ascend... (into one). |