| On the corner of Government and Bay Avenue
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| The old doomsday fanatic wore a crown of kudzu
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| Sirens where wailing in the gulf coastal heat
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| And it seemed like the whole world was in forced retreat
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| I paid no attention, revolved through the door
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| Passed the newspaper rack on the worn marble floor
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| Near civil war history my heart skipped a beat
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| She was standing on fiction stretched high on bare feet
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| Love in the library, quiet and cool
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| Love in the library, there are no rules
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| Surrounded by stories surreal and sublime
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| I fell in love in the library once upon a time
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| I was the pirate and she was the queen
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| Sir Francis and Elizabeth the best there’s ever been
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| Then she strolled past my table and stopped at the stairs
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| Then sent me a smile as she reached for Flaubert
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| She gathered her books, walked while she read
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| Words never spoken but so much was said
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| You can read all you want into this rendezvous
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| But it’s safer than most things that lovers can do
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| Well stories have endings and fantasies fade
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| The guard by the door starts drawing the shade
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| So write your own ending and hope they come true
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| For the lovers and strangers on Bay Avenue |