by Madeline MooreSlowly you come to me/ Slowly we shed/The clothes of our doubting/and slowly are wedFamous Troubadour It�s four in the morningbut everything's okayI�m writing you now justto say �Happy Birthday�Toronto is steamyI like where I�m living,they�re busy on Clinton St.all through the eveningI hear that you�re workingwriting your poems, singing in EuropeYou were robbed of your savings,
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