A lullaby composed the morning after walking home on a warm night in Brooklyn (April 25, 2011)

Did you feel the fog last night, my friend, did you feel the warmth of the night?

In the midst of the mist of the night, my friend, did you feel the warmth of the night?

And was it then that you opened up your heart, was it then that you felt whole?

Did you feel the fog last night, my friend, did you feel the warmth of the night?

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