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I held a wined filled glass
While sitting on the musical notes of the night
Blues caressed me through a black hole
I could almost reach Nirvana, I wished I could

I listened to the enlighten trumpet of Marsalis
Mo’ better blues I prayed to keep falling
I enjoyed it as if it was my last prayer
Where have you been my lost present?

I laughed even though my lips were silent
I stared at my empty glass, I wished the bottle was eternal
Black and white were my pictures
Again never would I ever, I rest my case…