Staring at the Potomac
All the way over the tarmac
Listening to some music
Rain falls plinkplinkplinkplak
Lights doubled in the river
Almost seem to shiver
Window a black mirror
There's nobody in here
Seven cities dreaming
Eleven armies crying
When the wind is blowing
The kite flyers all go flying
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