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It was not twilight,
It was dark night,
We stood, but not by the seashore,
Only by the roadside,
The light that filtered through the leaves,
And fell in spots on your face
Was from a Sodium Vapor Lamp,
Not from the moon.
The air carried sounds of car horns,
Not koels.
You were no prince and I no village maiden.
The fingers that approached your hand
were not silky,
The hand that answered with a squeeze, not smooth,
Yet, the beat of the hearts on the
Threshold of love
Must have been heard all the world over.
1994
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