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SOTD :: Mistaken for Strangers :: The National

“You get mistaken for strangers by your own friends,
when you pass them at night
under the silvery,
silvery citibank light.
Arm-in-arm-in-arm and eyes-and-eyes glazing under.
Oh, you wouldn’t angel watching over,
surprise they wouldn’t want to watch.
Another uninnocent,
elegant fall into the unmagnificent lives of adults.”
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