The sun dips low, the sky turns gold, a whispered tune, stories untold.
Through the air, the saxophone sighs, a serenade for twilight skies.
Softly now, the night unfolds, a canvas where the heart is bold.
Each note lingers, bittersweet, an evening's gift, tender and free.
Oh, golden evening.
Hearts aglow, moments fleeting, let them flow.
Every call, a time so rare, golden evenings beyond compare.
Gentle winds weave through the trees, a melody floats with the breeze.
Hands entwined, love takes its chance, to jazz's rhythm, our souls dance.
The bass hums deep, a steady stream, echoing dreams like sweetest theme.
Through golden evenings, spirits soar.
Bouncers sing.



Together forevermore.
The sun has set, the night takes hold.
In jazz's warmth, we find our goal.
Golden evenings, soft and true, a melody crafted for me and you.
In love, we go and see, just for you and me.
Stay for an hour and shake our spirits, like the evening winds in our riderfolks,
let everybody talk, in the laughter and in the beautiful music of the baby
young starlet,
Cold and evening, hearts aglow
Moments fleeting, let them flow
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