Cigarettle smoke spirals to the sky
Mingling with the fog that shrounds the night
Little girl in black stops to take a puff
She draws on her cigarette
Breathes out smoke
That mingles in the dark with her lover's breath
Skyline traced out with building lights
Cars soundlessly go by on road so damp
Hushed whispers as people go by
Our little girl in black
She sits on the bench
Her pants now wet
Holding hands with the one she loves
Watching the city move round her
The frosty night chills her breath
The rain bathes her cheeks
She closes her eyes, rests her head
Little girl in black
So content to sit
And watch the world go by
Cigarette in hand
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