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Jazz Lady
by James Navé

Oh, Jazz Lady, play that hurricane
blues rising through the marsh

grass warmer than a costal moon.
Black magic June loves steel

rhythm blues and robs melancholy to
make me happy. Oh, Jazz Lady,

when the air is thin,
fill my mouth with night.


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