Transposition 8 : A Comeback
Come back.
To me.
3AM. Penultimate for making love pre-dawn. Half our world slumbers.
The road quietly waits for me outside your door.
Somewhere violins lie within velvet cases.
We lovers must do without our eyes.
Come back.
To me.
3AM. Penultimate for making love pre-dawn. Half our world slumbers.
The road quietly waits for me outside your door.
Somewhere violins lie within velvet cases.
We lovers must do without our eyes.
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