the cover-up

in the town that never sleeps,
full of matelots and courtesans,
i lead my living since forever,
[besides the other skills it has];

its gift looks to be the cover-up
of everything that's looking sad;
acolytes are the sun, sea, music,
[besides town's fame anatomy];

in the town that never sleeps,
the love replies only with love;
everyone's lips wear wind's kiss
and dreams are the real world;

the rain's inviting you to dance
in bared feet and pure as it is,
arm to arm with life's thoughts,
fully in its beauty to rejuvenate;

in the town that never sleeps,
incited in sunshine of your love,
i am; i'm into something good
fondled by music, sun, and sea;

laid, on the fine sand, revealed,
the sweetness of my body is art,
the dialect of my words is honey,
your patience is in love with me;

in the town that never sleeps,
full of matelots and courtesans,
i lead my living since forever,
[besides the other skills it has]

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