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heard your name in the salt
pass, when the piano man was still
standing outside the doorsteps
waiting for the good news

hell
we gave it to him
me, you and the orange moon

you cried out
beautiful
stretched your legs
poured sand down your dress
waved me over
cocktail in your hand
ring on your finger
wanting to tell me all the good
news that was coming your way

hell
you gave it to me
you, your white dress and me
all cozied up in ignorance

I watch the smoke in front of my face
and wait for the good news
just wait

can’t you see it rolling in?