Everything Is Mozart
U Uriah Hamilton
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At the opera theater in the dark
I was intoxicated by the perfume on her sweater;
The evening was racing toward midnight
And I sat listening to the Magic Flute
Wishing I had another bottle of wine
To calm all of my thoughts
About the way she would smile
Beneath the city stars
On the way to her car.
I wanted to sit on her mother's verandah
And continue to drink and take in every nuanced pause
Of her exhilarating history in the sweet way that she talks.
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