She was the sea and the moon
And she wanted someone
that craved to kiss her fire
And knew how to swim in
the stormy skies of her eyes
And she wanted someone
that craved to kiss her fire
And knew how to swim in
the stormy skies of her eyes
Lofty platitudes or was it elevated truisms? Did it matter? Strip away all the familiar tunes. What’s left? It’s the same old song and da...
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