In the twilight swing, where the shadows play,
The brass is calling, with a rhythm that sways.
In the haze of the night, let the music unfold,
Stories in the notes, like secrets retold.
Underneath the stars, in a smoky old bar,
Dancing with dreams, we’re never too far.
The city lights shimmer, casting glimmers of gold,
Lost in a moment, where the magic is bold.
With every beat you take, feel the pulse of the night,
The whispers of jazz, taking us to new heights.
Each note’s a wave, rolling soft on the shore,
Together we glide, always wanting more.
In the twilight swing, where time slows down,
The echoes of laughter, in a vibrant sound.
Every glance exchanged, paints a picture so bright,
Two souls in rhythm, dancing into the light.
As the final chord lingers, we’ll savor the time,
With the brass and the rhythm, every word feels like rhyme.
And when the dawn breaks, with its soft golden rays,
We’ll carry this melody into our days.
So here’s to the nights, where our spirits took flight,
In the twilight swing, where everything’s right.
With a final note played, as the music takes leave,
In the heartbeats of jazz, forever we believe.
Jazz
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