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| Mood Indigo, Laurel Mountains |
So, there you are in your life,
and here am I in mine,
mist lifting from the valley,
ridge from ridge obscured.
Mood indigo.
What saved us from each other,
our flaws too well-aligned,
you in the middle verses,
me in the final phrase?
Mood indigo.
—with a nod to Duke Ellington
