There is no doubt in my mind, none, that this is the lady Frank Sinatra was singing about, the one when he was 35 and it was such a very good year indeed. I do miss her, but since I carry a love for her as well I can balance the missing against the hoping that about now everyone is getting to sleep through the night. I'd love to say just that to her, that hope, and watch to see if she'd laugh and shake her head, or if her smile would shift soft and real for the moment it took her to wink. I'll not know, but a boy can hope, and hope I will.
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