It seems the last rays of light will always find their way
through leaves and around fences
before hitting my eyes in a dazzling display
the evening is warm and grass enviting
the music has died while the crowds disperse
but the urge is to stay and see what the night brings
the company, some known, others awaiting introduction
their attention is fleeting and hard to capture
like a sea of new faces alive and in motion
she's beautiful tonight as if this sunset were the reason
a new dress and new shoes
a new feeling of attention and hair like a leaf in the autumn season
its hard not to notice as the setting sun plays its trick
with light and dark in a hypnotic tango
but i never see the dance because i can't hear the music.
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