I danced to this song in Reno. She was pretty but all I could think of was you.
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"The sigh of midnight trains At empty stations Silk stockings thrown aside Dance invitations Oh how the ghost of you clings These foolish things Remind me of you"
Your pictures capture that yearning for someone, somewhere and sometime beautifully.
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"The sigh of midnight trains
At empty stations
Silk stockings thrown aside
Dance invitations
Oh how the ghost of you clings
These foolish things
Remind me of you"
Your pictures capture that yearning for someone, somewhere and sometime beautifully.
Mayx2
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