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Harlem Sunset

by Richard

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Drawing the boundary…

Six thousand Veterans practis'd in War's game

by William Wordsworth

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Drawing the boundary…

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Harlem Sunset

by Richard

Saw you walkin' down Lenox, shades low, hat tilted just right
Caught the rhythm in your stride, a mellow taking flight
Trumpet solo in your smile, saxophone in your sway
My heart, a runaway drum, couldn't help but wanna play

Hey there, handsome stranger, with a groove I can't deny
Got that somethin' special, got that fire in your eyes
This city's full of stories, but tonight, it's just me and you
Let's paint the Harlem sunset, with a love that's bold and true

Moonlight paints your face silver, whispers secrets in the breeze
We move like the subway rumbles, a symphony of knees
The sax wails a bluesy sigh, the piano hums a plea
This night's a canvas, baby, and we're the artistry

Don't know your name, don't need to know
This connection's deeper than any seed we sow
Underneath the city lights, a rhythm takes control
Let the music be our guide, let our hearts freely stroll

Yeah, let's paint the Harlem sunset, with a love that's brand new
Just me and you, baby, just me and you

Six thousand Veterans practis'd in War's game

by William Wordsworth

Six thousand Veterans practis'd in War's game,
Tried Men, at Killicranky were array'd
Against an equal Host that wore the Plaid,
Shepherds and Herdsmen.—Like a whirlwind came
The Highlanders, the slaughter spread like flame;
And Garry thundering down his mountain-road
Was stopp'd, and could not breathe beneath the load
Of the dead bodies. 'Twas a day of shame
For them whom precept and the pedantry
Of cold mechanic battle do enslave.
Oh! for a single hour of that Dundee
Who on that day the word of onset gave!
Like conquest would the Men of England see;
And her Foes find a like inglorious Grave.

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