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 It's four in the morning, the end of December I'm writing you now just to see if you're better New York is cold, but I like where I'm living There's music on Clinton Street all through the evening. I hear that...

You'll never see the courage i know Its colors' richness won't appear within your view I'll never glow - the way that you glow Your presence dominates the judgements made on you But as the scenery grow...