During the day

I will look out the window and remember you

Wearing a straw hat and tattered jeans

Squatting down in the garden with your trowel

Planting impatias

During the night

I will long for a recurrence

Of that strange sweet dream

Of you and me and Frank Sinatra

In a deserted parking lot

Where we danced

While ol' blue eyes

Sang an old Cole Porter song

I will think of you

Night and day

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