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23 In Albany Love In Albany love Taps me on the shoulder And when I whirl around There you stand, laughing, Your suitcase packed, A map in your hand. In Albany love Arrives in the middle of spring, Floating on feathered wings, Lighter than the breeze That rolls off the Hudson— And we catch it just right. In Albany love Drops softly from trees And blankets the city streets We walk hour after hour, In search of a neighborhood We can both call home. In Albany love Allows us to review The course of history It took to find us here, Where we build a little house On a lot outside Loudonville. In Albany love Teaches us how kindness Is really hope in disguise, How patience gets a bad rap, And how nothing in this world Will ever be the same again. ...

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