'One evening,
A song on his lips
My rain man arrives',
She confessed,
Looking exotic
In her ball room dress,
As a Norah Jones number
Hovered in her lips,
Drowsy, listless,
Like a glimmer of will-o'-the-wisp,
One evening
Amidst
October rains
She sang,
And one
Seated cooled
Felt the drizzle,
Like a soft sizzle,
In her eyes-
A Norah Jones
Number.
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