It’s just another man
holding me close
as we stare out into the Hudson River
Of course, we’d be at the West Side Highway piers
with the moon light shining over New York City
There would most certainly be a soothing, gentle breeze
We wouldn’t have to say a single word
No one would bother us
It would just be two guys
a song in our heads
a smile on our faces
and the memory of all who came before
Emanuel Xavier
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