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All and nothing It was a night,
Of long stemmed glasses,
Clinking smiles,
And devilish eyes,
Trumpets and trombones,
A forest of velvet dancing,
Cheek on chest,
With a pinstripe suit,
Stapled in the smell of stale tobacco,
Carried in a slimline cigarette case.
