[Short Libretto-Ballad] Blessed is the night. Go down these city streets, down Division Street, way down Division Street, where the wind sways the autumn trees, like an autumn song. So blessed is the night. Oh, the leaves rustle all around my feet, streetlamp lanterns, dancing shadows, nocturne patterns, with rod iron bones and brownstones, echoes-of-elevated-trains, […]
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